I’m navigating a field of dark something-ness Sitting quiet in morning air
In these cavities where my soul perceives life, I seek a heightened energy
Laying hidden behind wrinkled skin tucked tightly into two beds of compact tissue in this moment they rest purposefully as if sitting behind window curtains
They serve a common purpose when prompted, To identify objects in this limiting dimensional plane.
Some days when I come here, I wander aimlessly across battle-torn countries of thought It is essential to let the river take them Watching them pass as an observer instead of the instigator Feeling the depth of their sting grow distant
Sinking deeply into the dimension where we live beyond bodies
Where I am a bee pollinating the flower I am the bird calling out in a resounding plea I am the wind pushing through bamboo forests
Until breath inhaling and collapsing my cadaver becomes less of a grounding cord And the mat placed beneath with intention is no longer a chain to the ground
There is now no face to inhabit, The world; a faint memory of molding
Here the wind isn’t quite invisible Temperature is not affected by her power Bearing colors, intentions and tranquility
I stand in the shower feeling my hands on my body the water on my hands me in my body mine
my mind flies away as it is so practiced in doing 1 time, 2 times, 26 times I gently return
my mind back to my body my body back to my hands my hands back to the water my presence back into my body
27 times and 28 times until one day however many times it takes 124 times or 1,238 times
I can stay here with this body that is my body mine.
Thank you TK for helping me to enjoy thinking about this, for making it not seem like such a horrible task.
Writing, never feels finished, like I said in another poem about writing these poems. Eventually I just hit post, and try to let it be enough. Maybe I'll revise some of these in the future? Or maybe not. Thank you for reading me.
I didn’t plan it Still a thought emerged The seas opened And the skies roared The ship rocked And an island emerged An invite was extended Making acceptance more tempting Wonder if you would be mad Confused, angry or sad Impulsive it may be But chronic it always was Sometimes it’s probably easier to give in A painless route, an undemanding path Just need to turn the steering wheel fast Yet, I want a link to you You are my invisible life vest My anchor when the sea is violent However, I fear that one day I’ll break free I dread one day I’ll leave you behind and I guess that’s what’s makes it interesting. I'm anxious of my will to escape My temptation to run far far away I guess I'll just hold on tight for now And pray for a silver lining to make its way somehow
“So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!” ― J.M. Barrie