This heaving
heart, what has occurred?
Spring thaw,
babbling brook, these waters have stirred
Loneliness,
an original reason,
It had to
have been,
Tumbling as
space,
We dream
within dream
Not to
remember, more likely to forget,
Lives lived
out, on a stage assumed set
Yearning for
the other,
To attest to
the real
Hallowed
reflections,
An opportunity
to feel
Tired of
this punishment, self-inflicted solitary confinement,
Used as a
method to control the environment
To avoid
true connection, thus avoid paying true cost
Is there
really any wonder, why we’ve all felt so lost?
In hindsight
it was needed,
A period of
reprieve
To lick
imagined wounds,
To remember
how to weave
Expression
before experience,
Trust before
truth
This whole
space is our body,
We are our own
proof
‘The road of
excess leads to the palace of wisdom’
Yes Blake
said it best
Thus harmony
is required,
The Middle Way leads through the chest
The union of
all opposites,
The disillusion
of all walls
The Gaian
Race is rising,
Pachamama
Calls
Image by:
Akene144
March 2015