No Words

Each day that passes I run out of words to describe how I feel.

A year on, the words I had been using no longer seem to hit the mark.

How I feel goes beyond words.

Language no longer a useful currency to aid my reactions.

These on-going events exceed my lexical limitations.

I have no words – only senses.

Pulsating into and out from my heart centre.

Where despair meets hope, where fear meets courage, where resistance meets acceptance, where outrage meets excitement, where dark meets light, and where us meets them.

Contrasting story lines play out in the movie theatre of my mind,

Competing for my attention, my participation, my conviction.

Which one I feed varies from moment to moment, trigger to trigger, moon cycle to moon cycle.

I have no words – only dreams.

I dream of a brave new earth where we learn once again from the ancient wisdoms.

Where we look back into the past to step into the future.

Where there are no borders, no restrictions, no limitations to travel around this god given land as was always our god given right.

A world where freedom wins, where communities thrive and where love is the word of the day.