Drawing the Sounds

I drew the sounds to describe who my soul sought

With angles and slants I cast the circle and painted

An image I could never envision, yet I'd know it true when seen

Not by my eyes but by the light, the spark within us all

Into the flames went sacrificial parchment

Sparks took flight in the breeze

Smoke traced the land, searching

Ash remained to turn into the soil

The seed of hope planted

Watered by tears of loss, renewal, fear, courage, anger, joy

Thus was I taken to journeying

To high mountains and solitude

To isolation and the pains of growth

To understanding and acceptance

To connecting with higher purpose

To welcoming the lessons

To being present and finding deep love of self

Need was cast aside

I was enough

Then

Serendipity came calling

They sent me thought

Pondering, considering

Why not

I bid a final farewell to the past

Opened a door

I saw you on the other side unaware of me

I couldn't care less if you saw me or not but,

Something,

Something in your eyes called

So I drew another set of sounds

With angles and slants another circle was cast

It was an image I'd never envisioned, yet I knew you true

Not with my eyes, but by the spark within us all

A common flame was kindled

Between us a shared ember

Each syllabic twig casting sparks into the breeze

Wisps of smoke, encircling tendrils

Ash removed to let flames breathe

To the soil taken to feed seeds planted

Springs of joyful hope watered each seedling

Through thoughtful care they sprouted

Together we gaze upon the tender beginnings of our garden

With unspoken words we work as one

Seeking, learning what each seedling and sprout

Needs to flourish, grow, and bloom

I never knew that we were planting a paradise

Now that it has begun

I wish only to see it through