Tag: inspiration

I remember fondly the time the world stood still.
When the Earth paused and we took
a collective frightened breath.
Left alone to cope with our thoughts,
catch up with our situation,
and let the big picture fall on us.
I remember the fear, and I wasn’t frightened.
The bigger picture bounced me on their knee
when I was learning my way around.
Not sure why everyone else was spared.
It was comfortable, that moment
when it felt like the whole world
visited me
where I live
for a change.

Why grieve the living?
Why let relationship die?
What is the boundary between you and I?

Crevasses building
Mountain ranges forming
New and old features and dangers come into focus
For the first time

The timeline accelerated
Distance appeared in the blink of a
Timeblind mind
What was is already gone.

So I grieve.

I tried not to write poetry to please you
I tried not to take what you’d say
Too much to heart

To know I could believe in my own vision
without catering to your gaze.
Do I even want what you want?
No less what you want for me?

Do I find beautiful what you find beautiful?
Why let you decide for me.

I write to free my voice,
Not to be someone you know.
Listen or don’t your decision.

My voice has its own timbre
My voice has its own tempo
Though it changes frequently
And never seems to settle.

It is mine.

The angel awakes,
her wings slowly unfurl
stretching out impossibly wide,
luminescent clouds covering the entire sky,
each feather a world unto itself.

She whispers so softly
so as not to wake the dead and the not yet born.

When she recognizes you
the rest of the world falls away,
in the terror and glory of divine attention.
The heart panics and the soul sings
as everything you are resonates in her focus.

Peaceful and unbearable,
heavy the understanding beyond understanding
to be skeletal before the light.

Her gaze penetrates and permeates all,
no subterfuge nor refuge.
She smiles and the world stops
no breath, no thoughts,
her contentment peaceful in its absolution.

The towers at the corners of the world
stand tall.
Despite our fears, efforts, and intentions to
change them.
Solid immeasurable, immovable.
Older than life itself.
They witness the comings and goings of ages.
Rise and fall of empires and ambitions of human works.
Erosion grinding it all to dust and ash.
They stand silent.
Through such mundane human things as war and peace.
They stand silent.
Through sufferings and joy.
Silent.
Anchored into the cosmos, existing outside of time,
of and beyond what can be known.
They will remain.

You only know the me that was allowed to show.
The rest is in reserve for someday.

Why someday?
The planners from long ago held so much back

Someday would be safe.
Someday would be fine,
But not now.

The not nows stretch and grow,
mountains of them.

New terrain the old planners could not even locate on a map,
Left in a world built for someone else,
with a self made for protection.

Living inside someone else’s barriers
Walls that suffocate.
Mountains built up past the windows,
eyes don’t even work where they used to.

Old planners are gone, dead forever.
No punishment for change,
Slowly must emerge, and explore this new terrain