Typo
In the darkness of my room I wrote my sign-off love to you and made a typo I didn’t see till the morning light - something small - but wondering if it mattered at all - the fear of old stories - experiences of rejection from a single incident rose like a flock of crows, blanketing the sun and sending my internal alarm systems raging. How do I move what is an old wound - tend it - tend it gently and with the softest awareness - the powerful arrow of my soul has a way of weaving itself through all the situations of my life - build and remakes itself to each and every situation - finds its way to shine in the limits of the ever present now. So I tell you my fears - though my critic says that is a fool move - - a fool move. Tell you the child fears though I’d rather sort them myself and be brave and strong for you. And this is my soul move - like chess - she criss - crossed the board like a queen - attending to whatever needs to be tended to - the bruised reed - the bent sapling - and the love - love comes in and meets the soul with yes, yes you can be like this - can share your weakness and your strength - can be met by this love in your beloved and still stand on your own feet - dependent no more. The leaves from the avocado tree fall thick and fast now - she is stun drenched, water parched- but more than this - she has been productive - is now producing fruit where none was. From the moment we met upon this soil - you and I have been tending her - my words - your blood, our mixtures of love and delight - the power of magic that is the togetherness of person and tree - nothing separating - the gleeful dance of life - and now I joy in seeing her drop leaves as she readies for the Autumn- as he covers herself in the film of our love - as she waits patience for the sharp blade of pruning - whence she knows she will produce a bumper crop - more and more. So are we in the life of the soul - pruned - often painfully so we can produce the unique fruit of our souls - the making of us through the cut and thrust of saying a big fuck yes to this life - this adventure - that unfolds as far as we can see.