Swimming in the shallows  
Burning bright and fast  
Using only surface  
Little fuel can’t last  

The anatomy of character  
is vast and incomplete  
The gifts of all your wisdom  
only experience can teach  

The richness of your soul  
The substance in your doubt  
The genius nature endows  
as it reaches for itself  

Chop off the tip of an iceberg  
and the top will float back up  
Lie to yourself and others  
and fill a holdless cup  

Swimming in the shallows  
you lose the depths of self  
Authenticity, your power  
Sincerity, your health  

What is it that you love?  
What is it you admire?  
Is it ever yourself  
that you do aspire?  

Swimming in the shallows  
you’re becoming weak,  
when only the open ocean  
has space for you to truly be

Like the planet Mercury,
I am vulnerable and small,
I have survived the impact 
of giant asteroids before
in the shape of people
who promised not to hurt. 
I am covered by
emotional scars 
that emit a certain light,
and maybe that’s the reason
I shine the most at night. 
Close to the Sun,
yet never close enough,
in the space of a day
it’s joy, it’s blazing fire
and then it’s all too much.
Like the planet, I used to swing
through shattering extremes.
And truth be told,
nearly my whole life
that’s the only way
I knew how to exist.

The past didn’t happen, I must’ve dreamt it up
The proof is here, but my mind can’t fathom
How I lived and breathed with such vivid air
How such fervent murmurs were even there

It all seemed so long ago, in a different life
Bits and pieces that sing together in a choir
Such complex strings of web I can’t describe
That formed my heart, wishes and desire

And maybe today is just another puzzle piece
In the endless pieces of this jigsaw
As my soul wraps and folds, creating a crease
I’ll just sit right here, in shock and awe

I made a wish and placed it on a star,
a shooting star that burned bright and left quick,
a cosmic vessel meant to keep it far—
keep it safe—and purge my heart from the sick.
From the red honey that tastes so sweet, yet
awakens the dread for the saccharine,
the memories of dreams that glow with threat
because I am afraid to let them in. 
I made a fair wish and the star took it
well beyond the night of a void so cold, 
challenging my faith that she keeps it lit
yet I feel the blood of my love run bold
for an ellipse falls deep, even off track,
but through all despair, it always loops back.

The shape of Love does not fall to it’s knees and honor the very borders that keep us down 
The shape of Love can bend and fold to any sound
Just as fire cannot exist without oxygen
My soul does not draw its breath 
without the shape of Love in my chest 
But it does not end there
Boundless and endless 
The shape of Love is my prayer
It is my will without a face of ego 
It is my version of letting go
The shape of Love has no form, no composition, no fabric
It is a multitude that cries out through infinite space
All within I can openly taste
The shape of Love has no real shape at all 
We can try to sculpt an objective reasoning 
Try to shrink it into western thinking
But Love has no ultimate conclusion, no final destination, no orderly conception 
I am the shape of Love 
Just as You are the shape of Love
Limited to no true mold
It is free and uncontrolled

Unconditional
and
Authentic

Love is energetic