When I stepped on the plane at Gatwick
To return to the Brazilian resting place
Of my heart (oh what a leap of faith that was)
I think a subtle shattering occurred
I wish I’d had some way of knowing
That it was me who had changed too much
To follow him, even out of love
A fire rebelled and the magnetism lent
Inwards, back to my deepest home
Where, no matter how far I wonder
I always and must return to her
(Aotearoa)
It is a confusing time
Of honouring myself
And clearly so in love
With a dream in distant shores
And then in the most shattering one liner
(I have found someone else)
All of the cosmos now becomes
My navigatable territory
Home is not big enough
My life is not big enough
God is not big enough
And all of this hurts in a way that asks me
To be as vast as my pain
Tags: 2010, fate, free will, indepenence, intuition, love, pain, risks, travel, unknowing
