I call upon words to wrap
like a blanket or a balm
Pinning pain before it evolves into
suffering
In doing so,
I will it to have meaning
Or beauty
Or integrity
Something.
The staccato currents internally dodge
Conventional language and dancing fingers
Spread longing, letters lacking character
Pecking at a keyboard with intentions
A collection of the mind's inventions
What is missing?
A rendering to capture this experience:
The core truth of it ambles onward,
Strikes blast in such a way to remind
Standard discourse, unwilling to convey
Grasping occurs anyway until I hear
"I am going to be okay"
Because essence matters enough
Today.
Grappling with paradox:
Practice prides itself on purposefulness
The terrain of possibilities
unfurling like a dragon's breath
Mystical, with a reach that extends
into vast space and time
Corners crumble and curl away
surrendering to infinite rolling
Billowy smoke stacks fill the chest,
Demanding emancipation
Holding on is futile
The sense of uncertainty sitting
Tall is all
That can be called Certain.
Stones settle:
Sacred.
Worthy of respect I come to see
that I can honor with reverence
the silt that slips, unsure
Of what is and will be more.
An opportunity to practice
true release and faith feeling into,
The uplifting in the beyond
Divine Order
Grace
Mercy
A tall team felt so strongly
In colors pulsing behind my eyes
Fluffing my wings, ever so lightly
Clearing a safe pathway
Reminding me to "look up"
Inviting me to request
A free fall backwards
into what lies ahead
Assuring me a landing, soft-
A bed of poems and metaphors
That will catch me
Carrying me all the way home
To My Self.
