Done with Words

UNMASKING entry #9

I’m done with words.

They can be beautiful, sure,

poetic and evocative,

articulate and impactful.

But often they just add to the noise

and always fall short 

of feeling.

I’d rather communicate coyly through eye contact,

than cheapen seduction into a text message like “Whatcha?”

I’d rather swim in an ocean of emotion with you,

than utter a single word to describe the rush.

I’d rather translate the tremors of my heart to you

through the teasing texture of my tongue against yours,

than attempt to codify my love into limited language.

Words can create magic, sure,

but they can just as easily kill it, too.

Indeed, the words aren’t even the point.

They never were.

It’s what they hide

and what they hint at.

It’s the energy they embody,

the feeling they facilitate.

Words can just as easily deceive, distort, and destroy,

if shared without purity of heart and soul.

LOVE is a four-letter word,

just like HATE, FUCK, and KILL.

It’s the energy and intention with which we bathe our words,

that creates the real fizz,

the juicy pulp of the matter.

We must always try to refine our energy,

pouring it through a finely meshed strainer,

polishing the walls of our heart to an iridescent gleam,

till our intentions shine as if through a prism,

peppering our actions with kind and loving words,

like the welcoming garnish of a freshly baked dish.

But we must remember, too,

that no matter how gorgeous the garnish,

or how fabulous looking the feast,

no amount of effort will be able to save 

a burnt and bitter meal.

So if there’s darkness in your heart,

insecurity, shame, or fear,

let them all out in their rawness.

No need to twist your words

to fake confidence instead,

authority, power, or compassion.

Don’t be anything other

than who you truly are

and how you truly feel.

Nothing is more powerful than truth,

which is a thing foremost to be felt,

while understanding may dawn in many forms and flavors,

over the course of a life well lived.