What does it mean to feel?

Are feelings either good or bad, or do they impart the depth of life, how far we allow ourselves to swim, to run, to dig, to fly — why — again I wonder why.

Because,
You have the answer in you if you’re willing to ask,
Buried under years not lost to worry, but rich in wonder.

Numb to feeling we fade away,
Becoming nothing but a dream;
But the light of a dream doesn’t shine the same,
Bereft of the color
Which paints our world;
The thread of meaning that goes unseen,
The beauty in the darkness,
The story of the mystery.

Solar winds that drift through space and reach the earth
Yet leave no trace,
Until we feel the gust of wind,
Brush our skin with love and grace.

Is the cold wind life far gone,
Telling us to wake;

Is the candle’s flicker you,
Shedding what warmth you had and never gave,
So I may feel it now?

Drifting is still living —
Searching for the light.
One day this feeling will fade,
And we’ll wonder where it’s gone.
What does it mean to really feel.
Why do some float in the sun,
Listless like a cloud.

In the dark I feel most deeply,
Unable to see,
I listen to the voice, although I know it isn’t me,
Because it takes me somewhere,
Further into secrecy,
Into the cave where I can’t explain,
Where the light doesn’t reach and illuminate,
Where my sense of self grows cold.
I separate from self,
But it’s there, from afar,
Where I understand who
You are.

Are you in there, spirit,
Still with me when I want to hide,
Still glowing while my body cried,
If you’re in there, guide me,
Not to numbness,
Free of pain and darkness,
But to understanding, of someone else
Who feels this deeply too.

Again, my body crumbles,
I wear a mask of hope,
But I can’t understand it,
The more I try, lead further towards despair.
Years spent in uncertainty,
Crying tears of pain,
But I’d never cry those tears of joy,
If I didn’t
Feel this deeply.