...~* Diary in Blue *~...

[Kätzchen]

Dearest Diary of mine,

Many times I come with written preparation of the continuing 'saga' featuring my favorite fictional characters but today, in observance of many here who have been experiencing grief due to loss of human relationships that are held dear -- whether through the finality of physical death or because of "death" in other various forms -- I felt that I would write my inner most thoughts in poetic prose, relating to the subject of death.

As you know, dearest diary of mine, I've experienced "death" in various facets: true death of family members or the death of particular relationships I once held dear to my heart. But today, someone who is beyond dear to my heart has suffered loss in ways which have impacted him to his core being. The thoughts I leave are for them and others who might be helped in some way by what I am about to write. My sole purpose is to bring healing and to develop alternate views which are held during such crises and to let the magic of our minds aid in the process of our recovery.

The Valley of Bones

Dense is the structure upon which our foundation is built:
chakra's
pleading for balance and harmony
living cells
searching for truth
blood
giver of life, the invisible hand we seek.

Temple of mine:
as we work to breathe, in and out;
let my mind release all there is, which is toxic
let my mind welcome all that is nourishing,
for as we wander through the caverns of life
we seek safety from what hurts us:

as we reach for what best there is,
let us remember where our densest manifestation of spirit lay

within the valley of the bones:

the last part of our body to solidify
the last to decompose,
we dance to the drumming of the living pulse
as if we grow like a rose.

encumbered at times in a thorny briar
seeking relief from a scorching fire;
our beloved bones dance, our hips in scarlet;
bathed in the blood of life,
a single desire:

to be released from our pain and sorrow
rising from sack cloth are our smoking ashes;
the river of Gilead's balm washes us
and releases us to experience life anew;
causing us to allow what the drumming vibrations signal --
to rise from the valley of death,
to the embered skies, hued in Blue:

soaring to heights yet explored
let us dance:
dance for all that is new,
dance because we know it's true,
that where balance and harmony exist
it's because in the valley of the bones
we dared to dance:

dancing

dancing

dancing

in
shades of glorious
Blue.