Poetry

There lying under the winter sky I feel the possibility of summer. The light streaming into my eyes opens up another vista, sight within sight, possibilities expand exponentially, limitless in both time and space. I feel the warmth of the moment envelop me, surround my being, and in that moment I am moved to another place of the spirit within. Just as the flower opens to reveal the bloom I too become elevated and blessed by the recognition that everything revealed to me is another part of who I am. "Take me I'm yours" the universe replies as a gentle wind passes across my ears. The grass beneath my body moves imperceptibly and yet I know the life within all things surrounding me is a shared life, a moment when all is one. I close my eyes and still the vision holds, colors blend, the lines between the elements fade away and are replaced by a oneness. Crack, the sky opens, and a cold rain begins to fall covering me from head to toe.

With Eyes Closed I see the faces of Incarnation Blood Red, staring, peering back, questioning me, they ask, Who are you? Who am I? What have we become? I turn away, I cannot say who or what’s the real me inwardly? I cannot hide from their probing, their non searching, our investigations are worthless, we slither and slide away from the truth without trying to hide ourselves. Around my defenses the walls crashing turn into sounds internal and dreadful, Perplexing and draining crushing me with all of that, the thoughts of what we have become. Are these the faces of Yesterday? of Tomorrow? or are they the who I am Today? Do they, these faces belong to this moment, or behind it, reason fails? Camouflaged, am I hidden within this reflection called me? And as the name called me fails me, does my owned reality dissolve? No it continues ever onward encompassing all things touches as ripples echo crossing pools of still water, their emptiness reflects without casting shadows. Do we create illusions more real than unreal under sky lit by a full moon?

Be a Rock, not a Stone! Have you ever feel like a Skipping Stone? Getting bouncing along from one life’s drama to another? Have you ever feel like a Stepping Stove, passed over, forgotten? As a Lover or the Beloved knowing the tearing of heartbreak and loss? Have you ever feel like a Cast Stone, an ornament, an element? You as cold as a Head Stone, or a distant as a Milestone, your frozen in your past? Have you ever felt a Kidney Stone? A Gallstone? Isolating pain, white and fluid that paralyzes from the inside out, radiates and encompasses all feeling and thought. When relief comes, it comes slowly, steadily, the wave changing shape and form. Locating that pain in your body, the shape it takes in your brain, the taste it leaves in your mouth, you smell it until you can hear yourself cry for mercy and identify where it begins and ends. The colors in your eyes are blazing red and white together, forever combined. But then in the next moment you arise, the worst is past and there’s quietness, a peace. There’s a stillness surrounding and protecting you, you are safe in your inner sanctuary. Choice is all we have! Be a Rock, not a Stone! Standing for Integrity, Trust, and Honesty. Be a Rock, not a Stone! Is it Possible? Touch me Now…