i sing over the bones

I am in a body that has given up.
and the soul throbs with aliveness. I want to feel
so much
and even words get stuck at the top of my head
I am a ghost to my own belonging.

This is the dawn of awakening.
this is when
I forgive myself

I have been tired for so long
still
I go on, I am a morning
that promises light.

I don’t know how to call my body back
into Being
my inside eclipsing into temporary darkness.

stories awaken in me as I sing over the bones
and nurture the dying
tending like the gardener to his soil.
I sing over the bones, trust the stirring

I tend to this stillness
reassemble the pieces back into coherence
taking a new shape.

The breath holds me together
fragile and uncertain
yet still here

I long for full aliveness
and a way through.

***

I remember that in letting go of everything, in giving it all away, I receive the only True thing that ever mattered, that tiny candle in the Darkness, that one truth, that one nameless ineffable thing. For what else but the ferocity of this world could corner us into the Light?

Maya Luna