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