Alive and breathing and bigger than life
The freedom to grow like a ray of light 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 beating wings
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 pathways under the feathery treetops
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
Give up, oh give up, I say, 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.
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 luminous blinding radiance reaching out to heal
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 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 time
Before the never-ending sight of the heavens above and all
the Holy Host.
