for some time now
the empty end of the cord
that connects our hearts
getting in my way
tripping me up
as I found myself on the floor of my life
far too frequently
the chord that sings between us
was cut
in the process of me picking myself
off of that hard, cold floor
it happened yesterday
as I traveled to the place she spoke about
as I found myself in the violet vortex
where the red rocks commune
her words echoing mine
"the answers live inside of us"
somehow, for a moment brief, yet long lasting
I had forgotten
until she reminded me
as I lay there on the safe, warm floor
we had all just danced upon
with the sun streaming in the skylight
above my humbled head
clouds drifted by as did the occasional plane full of folks
running away to far off places
searching for what they already possess
"the answers live inside of us"
in that moment...I severed the string
and just like that
as I stood up for what felt like the first time....
I cut the chord
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