Babbling

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: milcasevero

Akene144

March 2015