Some time ago, I was described as being complex and intense. I wasn't sure how to react to that, except to write this poem:


“Intense complexity,
are the words used to define, but,
having lived so many lives,
tasted every color,
drank every leaf,
and held every head.
I’ve healed every wound
over and over again.
While I lay in infinite stories,
from the depths of my heart,
I return to myself
and say grace in the dark.
But if you may ask,
‘What is ‘intense’?’ or ‘How complex?’
I will join the search
for those answers are next. “