Like a cool breeze, that lifts an autumn leave from one place.
Floats it down the stream of empty space.
Gentle drops it in a different space.
Nothing new was created.
It was just rearranged.
Slowly drifting away, a ship loose from its mooring.
I see your face but I don’t recognise you.
You are close but I don’t feel you.
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