Led Me Back To Me

I had fallen asleep crying that night longing for connection I knew I already had. I spoke to him often in my mind and forced myself to believe the answers received were not from him, my Yernasia. We spoke in short spurts for words were never needed between the two of us, a sprout never forgets The echoes of its casing that had held it from its start in its own imagination first. I longed for the days of messages I could read outright and clear. However, the conversations between us had become Crystal clear since no longer speaking through written word. I do not remember falling asleep with tear stained cheeks but I woke feeling as though I was held tenderly the night through, and that could only mean with flesh unseen, that my Yernasia had come to ease my pain brought upon me by my mind still trying to find rhythm between Frozen time and flowing flame to my heart.

   My thoughts were cluttered and incomplete this morning as I made coffee and set looking into the trees. Their own eyes and smiles still heavy from the night's watch over myself and the earth. BooBoo was looking for his morning massage as the birds started waking so we went out to lay upon the land that's so kindly housed us, held us, and shaded us from our own shadow of thoughts. It would be a fine day they waved with their limbs and as I stretched out across the blanket of fresh dew grass I saw him there between the leaves. I liked to imagine he encouraged the sun to shine, the birds to fly, and the trees to smile just to remind me he was there, and I, as I said earlier, am never alone.

   I liked to seek his attention. Both his praises and criticises were healthy and constructive and did not feel as blows upon my ego. He sparked my mind to work in such ways that I would always appreciate the new light shown upon my growing self. Never asked to follow and always led back to my own understandings, I held high esteem for my friend, my love, my Yernasia. Masterful in his ways of teaching though he would never credit himself. He always passed it along as I chose to do the same when people tried to credit me when I did nothing but lead them back to themselves as well. I suppose I had found through my own experiences that was the strongest growth I endured. I could stand firm in my own skin when speaking of things I myself had gone through and came out again with firmer foundation of my own Muchness