When the moment comes, will you see me, know me?
When the moment comes, will my soul rise within me?
When the moment comes, will time bend in on itself?
When this moment comes, will it reveal the me to myself?
Words fail me and I become a child, speechless.
My soul awakens and rises within me, fearless.
Love explodes within my heart, a warm fire glowing.
The real me but a red oak seedling, but growing.
How many countries must I leave
How many religions must I abandon
How many masks must I remove
How many people must come and go
How many times must the heart break
Before my I is naked enough
The sun always rises and sets
The waves forever crashing on the seashore
The galaxies speeding through the ever expanding universe
The cycle of life, birth and death, goes on perpetually
The moon continues to wax and wane without question
Maybe so it will be with the unraveling of me to become the I am.
He had been running from the beast his entire life, yet was still caught by surprise when it dawned on him that it had already caught up to him.
The bitter and endless coldness that spread through the marrow of his bones the sign that the beast had finally sunk it’s teeth deep into his soul.
So profound was the coldness that it drove out all feeling warmth and emotions ahead of it, like a sponge being drained of water.
Stumble, stumble ever forward
Tumbling, tumbling ever down
Darkness as thick as molasses
Clinging with unseen hands onto me
Swirling, swirling the fog dances
Taunting, taunting without words
White shadows haunting like ghost
Jumps at me with snarling teeth
Lost, lost wandering confused
Stumbling, stumbling through life
Memories like old movie reels
Looping against the walls of my mind
Crying, crying the leaves weep
Groaning, groaning branches bent
The forest engulfs like an old jacket
Covering but the cold creeps in
Then light shining, shining through
Rising, rising the sun breaks the fog
Hope leaps forward like a dear
Darting, escaping the dark hunter
A cage without bars is still a cage
A prison without a door still a prison.
A lock with a key stays locked,
when open eyes see but don’t perceive.
A trap on a clear road remains a trap.
A loosened rope remains bound tight.
A maze perplexing even with a map
with an open mind recognising only old paths.
There is a song, a melody my heart plays.
If you can hear it, if you can comprehend it,
then you will know me.
There is a story, a fable my mind creates.
If you can read it, if it speaks to your
then you will recognise me.
There is a poem, a rhyme that my lips whisper.
If you can understand it, know it’s meaning
then you will hold me.
There is endless treasure, riches that is in me.
If you can see, understand, know it true value,
then my soul will enfold you.
If not, beloved stranger,
My song, my story, my poem
Reaching out with unseen hands to the ones that will.
Down the centre of the borderlands, in the no mans land between what we believe we want and what we truly desire, runs a river.
It’s a river of revelation of purification and discernment, in which everything without a true anchor will be swept away into oblivion.
Its waters softly whispers deception, bringing confusing, testing the strength and the clarity of our professed and heartfelt needs.
Sending torrents of water to engulf us as we cling to the anchors of our so-called hopes and dreams, the things we believe might sustain us.
When waters turn so cold that it burns our skin like a fire, shooting pain into our desperate fingers as we cling onto the securities we built.
In the moment when relief comes, believing it is all done and tested, the demons of our worst fears attack from the dark depths below.
In the pain and exhaustion, we release, we let go but are held as if by a supernatural force, the anchor of our true unburdened beautiful selves.
In the pale moonlight of my melancholy I walk these shores.
Where the waves of your beautiful mind crashes over my soul.
Turning dark sand into sparkling diamonds dancing in the night.
Your words a twirling mist, creating shapes and streaks of joy.
I could easily wrap myself up and disappear in this cloak of peace.
Let the ocean that is you throw itself over me and hide me from myself.