In the vortex
of my mind
under layers
of consciousness
something is opening
within me
like a reverse arc
going deep
into other landscapes
kaleidoscopic spheres
swirling
in new development
and I am holding onto
my living room chair
as a slow tornado
whirls around me,
new wisdom filling me up
in whisperings
unable to be heard
to the naked human ear
sacred utterings
beyond definition,
beyond the realms
of fear
Seeds of knowledge
that burst through
old patterns,
a force that defies
All I have been
working towards
striving to rise
pushing through debris
exploding, gently,
to the surface
a coolness emerging
to soothe this burning
furnace
causing my secret
desert spaces
to evolve
into green-covered
dense jungle waxed
exotic flowers
so tiny and so large
they look like caricatures
(but they're real)
and I had no idea
this was part of the deal
I stare in wonder
at the plants
and creatures
I have yet
to name
wildernesses
that preferably
must stay
untamed
And into this clearing
they venture
shyly, daring to emerge
from the dense,
intense forest,
all negativity
to purge
to eat from
my fingers,
waiting for my
primeval blessing
These sweet, feral creatures
I wish for each
and every one
to bestow upon me
their grace,
bless me in turn
as I stroke their face
they almost seem
to glow
in their
primordial powers
and let me
anoint their brows,
my hands grazing soft
and rougher patches
of fur, of reptilian skin
predator and prey
joining as one within
They come
to meet me today
to partake in my strength
They bestow me
with their
indigenous, glowing
earthiness
written indelibly
inside their eyes
their innocent power
flowing, balanced
between cloudy and clear skies
and as I gaze
directly into
the naked horizon,
tornados ceased
I feel that something
akin to…
peace
I am blessed in its
rivulet, immersed in its stream
and I know I am
on my path to an
ever-sacred
dream