transformation

Lately feels the fingers of wind pushing me forward

Through years of gliding memory and song

Like an iceberg melting to the sea

The last melody of snowbound birds

Homes that once were and are no more

And one could reckon with this fact in many ways

At the center of my central nervous system

Is a plethora of stories about the world


At the center lies the root of love and fear

Preverbal like the prehistoric dawn

Crawling out from sea we still retain

Knowledge of how to be beneath the sun


She rises and sets

Bringing new eyes to see

Everyday and yet we cling like infant to their mother's breast

To things that feed us pain and blood

How long can I deny the fact of life

That death is still my ancient motherly embrace

Destination and destiny

Good company for those who don't avoid the pain


Life is pain, desire is pain

My profound love the birthplace of my profound terror

Pleasure who lifts us on soft wings

Ocean lullabies and dripping nectar

Sleighs in crippled dreams and nightmares come true

Fear and loss

I cannot avoid

Control is not mine

Control is not mine

Control

is

not

mine.


:

You gift this vantage point of thanks.


The teacher of how to be the grace.


Miracle of life

Precious pearl I cannot understand

I am you and you are me

birth and death and birth and death

Here in the home of the Silence

Thank you for the gifts that stun me

move me

shake me

take me

life, I am yours eternally

a daughter of the rising sun

standing on the nerve


The pain where she spouts wonder

The hate where she sprouts acceptance

The death where she sprouts eternity


The root of it the nerve

So tender like a bludgeoned wound

My childhood powerlessness shifts to a mighty roar of capacity

To change and change until I am what I was made to be

Transformation in the womb of the multiverse star studded infinity

On my knees at the colossal gate of what's yet to be

Rapping on the door with all the faith I can muster from me

Belonging to no one and looking for no one to understand me

Who will permit me

Is my own self which is your self and the self of us

Not good enough in the eyes of whose eyes never met the light of all

I am the way and the way is the way to fall

In the fall comes the redemption of the one and all