Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Beloved & Gone


…so rich in water, so baptized with fire, so captive, so amazing, so enlightened: you dream as dolphins, you songbird our nights, you ferret curiosity: as charming bracelets, or diamond ankhs, so many rubies, so many rhinestones: a Wiccan Buddhist, a remote Christian, pulled by purgatory: this cadence by happenstance, this beloved mother, this irresistible sibling: as sung with time, this pendulum of activities, those inquisitive, research-heavy, and captivating grandparents: to sense missing cobbles, to plead with our Cornerstone, or to replenish those carpets: this dusty, dusky fever, this inherited disease, while making sense of something chaotic: such conditional love, such conditional rubrics, while haunted by principalities: those interior workshops, those robust photographs, while mother drops tears over a fifteen year impression: this light in souls, revamped and running, while tendencies must unless we die: this courageous winner, this recovering addict, while strength dwells internally: notwithstanding, life, this parade of occurrences, where most evenings become mundane: but yours is paragliding, and parasailing, or parachuting through canyons: swimming interior, building a castle, fleeing into mischief and fun: those lakes with sentiments, those familiar ducks, so charged, so revved, while sullen concerning love: this itchy, dependent, mostly contradictory variable: so demanding, so curious, so helplessly docile: while souls are angered, and cries lash-out, one is void of answers: most submit, some seek solace, where others barricade until an answer is discovered: but yours is music, such sweet rhythms, such dance and sun, rehearsing a thousand kisses: thereinto, this question about life, this inquiry into meaning, while needing a particular emerald: our wings wheezing, our lungs whispering, while something appears uneasy: this deep condition, this human’s conundrum, while reading plays, and skits, and novellas: so trenchant in essays, made to evaluate existence, while introduced to an educational cult: our winning minds, our tornado emotion, so inclined as to scream at resistance: this tug at hearts, this welted complication, or those wilted beliefs: such systematic attacks, such upclose challenges, where confusion seems to rebuild monsters: so yours is by chase, and yours defines morals, where we ought to behave in accordance with freedoms: so sung and wild, so cautious and unafraid, realized in this sky-book: to possess experience, this irrefutable mansion, while second guessing concrete maxims….
                                                                                                         
…search for clarity, analyze predicaments, become inductively and deductively inclined: realize inherencies, decode this spirit-region, envelope, and meditate upon appropriate behaviors: become edification, but free to fly, and comfortable with those gifts you possess: sing publically, retain special moments, and reel in this interior spirit: become familiar with patterns, utilize and enhance discernment, and always be set for defense those cherished laws: as an innocent soul, exploit honesty, be free to breathe: this world of roses, those watery petals, this silky dimension—where butterflies are cousins, and apes are missing links, but, nevertheless, genetic truths: feel free to reread, look a bit closer, hear your interior audience: this light brimming, this cupped angel, so devoted to coloring existence: have pleasant words, become disposed to peaceful dialogues, and drift at times of deep reflection: it becomes nature, those inveterate habits, knowing that those elements we feed upon become our deeper realities: so seek goodness, write or journal daily, moreover, share with family those dear discoveries: learn when to battle, and when to retreat, reread those intricate, thought provoking treatises: in this world of participants, while listening closer, becoming this eternal campfire: (we must knit existence, as opposed to waiting to participate, where one is often bored and dearly dissatisfied): this solitary man, this solitary domain, while I encourage one to fly with friends: but souls are selected, and souls gravitate towards interior trainings, while souls aid in becoming Freedom Fliers….                      

Worn Senses

    Let the gift be faith. Many at war. We emphasize it. Many ask, why? How it feels to own promise. A man chides his understanding, realizi...