You’ve got to get it out, I said,
out where the poison can drain harmlessly
onto thirsty ground, where the pain cannot solidify
into suffering, send it back to its source
purified, clarified, transformed;

Asphyxiated, a soul cannot draw in-spiration,
we must unknot what strangles us, be it grief
or the torment of being too much with the world,
and I know, my friend, no matter what I said
or did, no matter my love for your essence,
in the end you could not feel it, I get it,
I understand illusions as well as anybody;

I wring my hands and fret, turning
over in my mind how little we all know
others and next to nothing
of the fathomless depths of ourselves;
we do not accept our strength at times,
prefer broken distortions and pray,
striving mightily for the clarity that abides
within as perpetual life, resonance, the rising
and falling of starlight and universes;
thus we must transcend perceived boundaries
of time and trust in the rise and fall of tides.

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(*note: I just received the news of a dear friend’s death late last night and wrote this this morning in tribute.)

bj photo: 2015 sailing out of Kawaihae harbor