Swamp Geometry

The complexities in life are so delicately intricate that we forget just how terrifically strong the bonds hold. Until we are enraptured in gigantic weaving webs on bridges at irrelevant hours, or in a color melting conch shell just outside of our comfort level, but directly on the line of our own parallel thought processes.
There is no escape, absolutely none and in that moment we realize we do not need to escape.
I closed my eyes and the wind carries me so perfectly, wrapping around us like a blanketed energy, particles that absorb until they are larger, swallowing us, then giving birth to us again.
Over... and over... We bloom.
Tossing us into the ocean and telling us 'lay in fields and watch the sky,' every time the lightening struck the ground it hit us. Electrified and reborn.
We have transcended over time continually, We are those who still connect to this connection, just So.
Cradled in soft cosmic hands that you haven't held in years, and you feel everything in your chest, catching your breath, sending chills up your spine. Mouth opens you gasp for air.
You miss everything that was, but know, it always IS.
Your hair is encapsulating us we needed the cocoon to hardened so we could crack and emerge, again.
Over... and over...
Purple refractions and flames that cover what we've sacrificed to get back to where we belong.
Time elapsed, slowed down, focused and spun us back onto our feet.
We are standing, but falling, floating, gently.
Soft feathers of your wings you had in past lives.
Flying, to future lives to remind us.
Revisit this place. Focusing the rear view mirror and catching shadows.
Every so often collide into these complexities with confidence that we are there.
Together holding hands. Like always.
I love you.

— with Leala Farnsworth and Kristen Norton.