shinrai

it can feel sad and a bit unfair 

that at times we won't know another's true depth

where the heart goes in times of trouble 
where the mind rests in times of peace 

for some it may go elsewhere authentically 
and is happy to lie somewhere just above or beneath 

calm waters of a vast sea 
that is a nice place to lean back and float 

or tread water easily… relaxing 

perhaps it is only for few that like mine, travel to labyrinths 
levels dramatically deep 
with intricate pathways to the insides of me 
meeting and separating amongst a tangle
of ecstasy and leuchocholy
where rooms full of past, future, and present meet
with hope in abundance and a bit of angst and anxiety 
and a place where a little me laughs running joyfully and free 

they do not seem to surface for some so easily
and what do I gain from placing mine where others can see?

what makes someone open enough to let others in to roam 

and visit amongst visceral vulnerability 
while still others let nothing go by any degree 
walled tight by justifiable decree?

does it bring about safety satisfactorily?
is it better than drowning in sincerity?

the wonders of our natures,
the respect for their boundaries,
and the new ways we draw close and apart,

 close, then apart 
will always astound me 

- les’nspired