The freedom to grow and expand in the great expanse of this world
Or to lie vacant and vacuous in the virtual claim that has laid hold on the soul
How is it that we can prefer empty repeated critiques of others so eloquently born
As to fly across the world and back again in an instant
No fresh air is to be found there, nor the cry of something living
Only a silence to break ones heart at its being and essence
Is that what we must be fated to and how is it that we have given ourselves
Given our time and substance so freely to that which is not real
Which does not really exist or have blood and breath
My arms reached out my soul grew large until I inhabited the place of the bird
My legs sank deep 50 feet down into the earth
I felt my chest heave until it loomed wide over the neighborhood
I saw the policeman look up from his motorcycle and ticket writing
The people walking through the neighborhood
This then is our destiny without limitation of space, stagnant form and matter
Not to engage in endless meaningless chatter of unanswered scribble and blather
For a few glimpses into the lives of our distant loved ones
We are willing to die a little, and then a little more until we bellow
As hollow and as loudly as a distant bell tolling to the sudden jerk of a cord
I give up, I give up, I say, I surrender the right to be right
The hubris to put all others down because of their wrongs and because of my searching and wondering ignorance.
I want my own kind, to seek that which wells up in a river of life, that which lives and loves, and prays… To speak the Truth with singing, Spirit, cursive and Word.
I grow , I live , I expand , hovering over the landscape as if to scoop it up in my arms
Crying out in a place where sound can be heard without digital assistance
Looking up I soar into the azure field flooding over the burnt mauves, flowering pinks, and gentle calming grays; through the misting sheets of cold and dewy white.
The deep dusky purples call out their threats, taunts and challenges
Be still darkened ones and bring about the renewing, refreshing squalls and showers.
Cleanse all the face of the earth.
Cleanse all the face of the earth.
I rise up ever higher arcing over the horizon with the barrel chested winds
My body stretches out like the northern cross against the spectrum of mercurial light
There in silent waves to contemplate with the pulsating warrior Orion
Riding upon the back of the charging solar breeze
Passing through the horns of Taurus, onward to kiss the Seven Sisters
Showers of love and light filling all, in all, through all
While the darkness continues to melt away, cringing, scattered, dying
Before the presence of the vast saving heart that beats out the Cosmos
Where the Seven Spirits dwell who witnessed the first spark of all creation
To the One who holds all things together and designed the final new beginning
Passing through all, hoping all, forgiving all, with an exuberance yet unspoken
Feeling the pain and the joy of a myriad of those with light and being
Raise me up oh Lord, now and at the end of days that I might cradle some
That my eyes might see through tears the souls of others and behold my God
There among the lightning, rainbows, and fiery Nova's refining heat
Then I can fall into the eternity of your highest love while fearing not to care
Withholding not my hand to do all that is set out before the quantum of timeBefore the never-ending sight of the heavens above and all the Holy Host.