MYTHIX

Myths are story patterns that ground human’s spirit and fuel our faith in life. Their human creatures and other beasts and symbols recharge our trust in our beingness. Their presence doesn’t give explanations: there is no rational reason to be alive. From the nothingness before the beginning of everything come our names and secrets. That familiar unknown gives birth to Mythix.

What your eyes would say if they could shout?

What did you see that everyone should know?

What did you see that nobody should know?

What did you see that makes you hate life?

What did you see that makes you love life?

What trillions of eyes for millions of years have seen

and still refuse to talk about?

The tenderness possible in every gesture

The wonder and the horror lying within every breath

The miraculous

Maybe we need to shut them down to remember.

From where do you come from

when you don’t walk?

Who are you

when you don’t talk?

How does your heart put itself together

when you don’t feel?

How do your hands exist

when you don’t reach?

How does your soul birth

when you don’t desire?

How do you touch me

when I don’t know who I am

To resolve my skin

To release my shivers

To impede my worst

How do I know who you are

when I touch you

Deeper than love

The need to share

the bounty

of innocence

That trust

to discover

Attuned

with nothingness.

What’s the value of Life?

What’s the value of Death?

what’s your value

between the worlds?

Reaching out into the glow

my breath experiences

everything I don’t know

My spine bursts

My marrow shines

Stars in my cells

Stories in my feathers

How much of me

should I exist

despite flow of doubts

Can I breath

three times

and appear

despite my fear of being seen

Can I disturb

the air

and plant

a unique life?

I will meet you

on the other side

The day

we got married.

You are important

You are the night of the sun

that carries

the beginning.