Reverence is my love for you, fellow traveler.
I wear my vulnerability like a billowing veil
and my steadfastness like a mounted pole
or a well-rooted bush
O to look upon you, beauty! you creature of mirth!
Your skin a pillow
for the air.
a missing mirror found.
Blessed I face you in warrior’s trust
delicately holding your pain and ecstasies through my gaze.
Forest meets rich ground.
We are Illuminated.
Lush eyes moist,
gushing your insides.
hereafter I hold your laughter in the way of a coddle
and your weeps in the way of a rock.
Following a non manifesting period the fury of stagnant inertia transforms to the self-motivated oroborus, the serpent eating itself in a desirous auto-cannibalism of spirit.
Evolution comes eventually.
as we still cry for a Revolution.
Vaulted high, sizzling perfect lines are crack-whipped onto the page and artfully articulated at the symposiums.
But we are creators that DO. A blend of starry-eyed fancy and spitfire catalyzes the quill. Fronds weave wyrds in the air.
Listening in kind brings new association.
And admitting for good that the symbol is dead undermines the premise upon which we are acting.
What I say, what you respond, becomes to us mere clatter.
reflecting a moment that passes by like this one.
or this one.
And we are still here
playing show in tell
pretending in dim light
making beautiful things out of the pain