change, creation, feelings, God, identity, Love, self, Uncategorized

a long while long

It has been a while since I visited this space
this phrase
this taste
that lingers on my hands that use it all
the invisible
the unlivable
that takes bites at my heart and the left ear
prickly pear
morning prayer
I mutter and scream regardless of life
who dies
advise
please advise on the nature of joy
of Troy
of God:
am I you or you I in this quest we call birth
we observe
and prefer
we emerge
and reverse
we occur
and we flirt
with the time that revolves in the quietest of rooms
don’t you wait! fill your womb
with the now and the myths
don’t you wait now! fill it with…

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1 eye closed

I saw ½ the world
inventing          treasures                                     as I went
filling in the  ______________          with projections
and children      playing           tic tac toe

missing people I could only hear                         or
sense from what seemed a galaxy elsewhere
they were just a few s          s                  away
                                         t    p
                                           e
not quite guiding my path with their shadows

a matter of pain and source:
                                               ³trust those shadows on my right
                 ²turn my head all the way and                                    at last
view the whole world
                      ¹open my one eye closed and

glimpse                            catch                        SΕΕ
                                                                              ↓
that the shadows are the same on all   → sides ←

                                                                              ↑
and the world experiences                          more
                       than I allowed myself 
and my now open eye needs practice to love all
                                                                                        that IS

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the sound of lightning

I listened for the white in the sky
the seeming light color of electricity 
that awoke me to the tears
of                       God
the ones that could bring a plague                     or 
food for (a) future

And I believed the kiss of clouds
the light touch of feathers of 
the birds

                 s
                  u
                   r
                    r
                     e
                      n
                       d
                        e
                          r
                           i
                            n
                              g 
                                                     to this 
dance of senses
so that the air smelled like 
magic                and                    angels

while I listened for the crackling of God

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outside my window

Did you hear that? 

 

nothing

                            nothing 

Just the vacuum of existence pulling
us into a new era 
                           of 
             enlightenment or 
darkening

No matter

             just
the illusory realities that we
              choose
                             to                         exp      a      n      d

the Creator

we are

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