it was a quick gentle motion caught more by intuition than by the concrete senses
a hand waving over and had I blinked, I would have kept the same old lenses

I wasnt led like a dog by the lead or coerced with convoluted imagery
instead I was asked upon the silent wind if i wanted more than debargery

a life less ordinary but unbelievably different to the numbed down dumb down perceptions
I took the opening in the lightning crack offrerd me. I never hesitated, I was not afraid of deception

i felt. I felt the urge of undeniable truth calling
and as I tugged at the veil I stood to watch my manufactured perceptions falling

at my heels the dogs of war became powerless
I saw the heat of blood in the heart of my enemy and I loved them no less

i stood there watching the flashing blade come down at my shoulders again and again
and did not flicker, nor wince nor change and was not in all attempts slain

i stood there in peace as the vile anger of my assailaint grew and the flashes of rage became faster
the purest form of evil manifested in eyes burning rage vehement too powerful to master

and I looked upon them with the curiosity of a child unaware of the forces of hate being expelled
and in the peak of resolution one final grunting blow readied above our heads suddenly eyes welled

the flash of irrelevance dashed through both eyes weakness and pain exhausted,spent.
frustration had given way and so too pain released, exorcised it went

a desperate plea escaped thier eyes seeking mercy and had instantly found it.
i was stricken powerless by love and held over like breathing to have given it

then the sons and daughters of pain and denial sprung forth from thier eyes
sobs of relief and gratitude barreled into tortured cries truth had crushed lies

from knees they flung themselves at my feet kissing my footprints afraid of much
and I knelt down and hugged them with humanities touch

they clung and held fast to their forgivenesess
and asked for my own.

We floated in light and love waiting for the first smile of knowing.

The worn old Black velvet sky with a multitude of clustered pinholes where light escaped its restraints to slip through and rest gently on the blackened earth. A wonder of the ever searching light and the void of darkness that held it at bay. Whatever the contortion; shadows, light and darkness, danced between life and death, obscurity and revelation, hovering between the fragile tensions. If there was another way, none would use it. It has been this way from the first inkling of the memory of the beginning and like such entrenchedaditions, none saw the value of variants as the aeons proved. But ,just once in every billions of realities, there is one exception that brings with it a cataclysmic brilliance, that propels all consciousness and reason into a new birth, a newness of creation, with new realities unfolding, creating a new stream of well worn traditions. May they be ever more in the light of ether’s unfolding story of depths and heights, for the joy is in overcoming endlessly, a new and unfathomable task of enlightenment and a constant serarch for the ever expanding, ever changing now and then, through always.