R U N

No one considered her a runner because she owned no shoes and didn’t pay attention to outward things that others deemed necessary for external execution because she was operating solely on internal engines.  

She was born to run to run on sentences because it pained her to attend parties emptied of light and heavy with dance floor sweat buried under the weight of overcrowded fear where only silencing the pen stops the music enabling them to ignore their unacquainted emotions so she runs on until someone cries where she pauses to introduce them to birth and bless their handshake with karma before running on until every emotion has become a cry and only then does she silence the pen.

The next marathon begins along the ‘journey’ where the pen will join but not enable their forward motion into an unknown abyss but instead meet with them in the same spaces and places over and over again until they realize there is no place to go but within where she will pause as they cry to re-introduce them to birth and bless their embrace with karma before running on until every emotion has become a cry and only then does she silence the pen.

Every emotion unknown and silent becomes a cry of action and not sound until introduced to the birth of itself where finally we are set free, stripped of our tears and standing in the presence of love, only one.