Reflecting Change

Discover what was written before the doors close once more.
Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts sink and fall to the floor.
For what once lived is but a vapor.
A blip in the eye of our creator.

So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name.
Do not entertain them by playing in their games.
Rather, carry on as ceaseless ships,
Trekking lines in the sands of your wondrous trip.

Tastes of Grace

Rejoice in thy name and in the pleasure;
Deny thyself no more from the grandeur.
Allow yourself to play peacefully in this manger.

Drink from the spring within.
Reflect and let your soul sing.
Overflow with joy from grace;
But, what must I do to cope with this place?
Should I surrender myself and seek thy face;
Shall I quickly forget and walk at my own pace?

I am nothing without the gifts you bestow.
For what you are I cannot know;
And what you give is always right,
Even if it looks differently from my sight.
Being suspect to the illusions,
I humble myself to your conclusion.

Safer Places

Let no more demons in.
My inner gates lay overrun.
By the voices of my past.
Shadows stand in holy courts,
Leading my fellow thoughts toward deception.
As I stand in the middle now,
I see nothing but shallow ground.
Make me speak but a single sound.
May light break through to me again.
Touch me and help me to rise, my friend.
Dare you try and hide, once more.
Refrain from causing another uproar.
Grab those wings where angels play;
Let them seek me every day.
It is in this place I want to stay.

Facing the Storm

Keep me locked away –
Better yet?
I think I’ll pray:
Hallowed be thy name.
Help me as I change.
Please refrain from your wrath.
Am I still under attack?
Take these pieces and build a raft.
Sail away.
It will be okay.
Forgive my burden as I stay.
Remind me of your comfort.
Lest I suffer in vain.
Protect my temple from the deluge of rain.
Is happiness on the way?
I sway in this tumultuous wind.
Believe me when I say,
I am better off this way.

Voicing the Unheard

When will I be taken seriously?

For, no matter what state,

The words that I say

Carry no weight.

How much longer do I have to wait,

Until my cries merit a single taste?

Doubting often is what I’ve become.

Never knowing what it will take showing

To justify my feelings that night.

I wish not to fight,

But all my pleas are met with might;

So, it is as you say.

Let me rest in dismay.

Ceaseless Surrender

Defined by the here and back again;

It’s a relief that we’re still friends.

Tease me to stay,

But release me to go:

This is our incessant to and fro;

It is our beating against the stream

That ameliorates my desires to dream.

Freedom to look around

Without the rustlings of future sounds.

A Thought for a Time

My desire to dream brought to wrought

To spring free from the weeds of thought –

Yet, my presence is bound to thinking.

Therefore, I keep on policing:

Day and night,

In search of fright,

Anticipating a fight,

As if it became more manageable when presented to my sight.

A Descent From Normalcy

When I looked up, I saw the sky – And, the sky was falling. Glowing gold shards fell to the ground upon which I stood. What was left was both a hole and extensive fragmentation throughout the entirety of the night’s sky. It was as if the entire sky was a shell that had started to crack – and I had witnessed the first complete breakthrough. The sky was revealed to me as nothing more than a sheet of glass expanding across the horizon.

My state of disbelief only intensified on from this point. The spectacle taking place in front of my eyes had left me blissfully unaware of what lie beneath my averted gaze. For, when I looked down, I saw the tops of trees spanning the breadth of an entire forest. I felt as if I might fall. And then, I did.

As I fell, I gazed back towards the sky, which had started this whole strange journey, and I watched as more and more pieces fell. It was as if an egg was hatching from the outside in; the darkness of the egg’s interior was being consumed by the intense, fiery brightness of the light piercing through the shell’s outer walls. I remarked at how the integrity of the entire shell was compromised the moment the first flake fell. It was not the cracking of the shell that ultimately was causing it to crumble, for something can crack and remain intact; no, it was the moment the fragmented parts began to fall. In that instant, the shell was no longer a shell; its definition had fled the moment its form had. It had descended into something shapeless something decaying and falling into ruin and disarray.

For me, I could see its future. The trajectory of its fate was certain. The cascade of events which had been triggered allowed no prospects of the egg returning to its original state. Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see it would happen by the signs of its movement.

I, on the other hand, was far less certain of my own future. I knew not why I fell, nor to where I was falling. It was a moment of relinquish, during which the two opposing sides of myself called for a ceasefire. My brain had agreed to quit sounding the danger alarm, because my mind’s reason had deemed the danger of the situation as insurmountable. As a result of surrendering to my fate, whatever it may be, I relaxed into warm, constant, supporting embrace of peace. My eyes closed, my lungs exhaled as if my soul was leaving along with my breath, and then, my entire body let go. My mind, my body, my very essence had yielded to my seemingly timeless descent. Then, out of the stillness and serenity of submission, came contact.

 

 

 

 

Life By Contrast

Prince or pauper,

We are all the same

In death’s game.

Village of foes,

Or peaceful like does,

It’s through time’s hands,

which we all flow.

Hold on,

or let go,

Whether it be fast

or it be slow;

We reap what we sow;

Of what, we don’t know.