Stories Heard and Told
Why does stepping into another's well-told story
fade away my own?
Until I glance away from screen
or page
or exterior speaking voice?
What if my unmediated life,
unwritten and unplayed
with untold anonymity,
were the entirety of my actual spiritual journey?
While all I have read
and watched on screen
of others' creation and destruction stories
are sacred scripture,
divinely inspired
as humanely perspired,
alternative paths and ways
of speaking to and for my own shared resonant voices,
light and more darkly fearsome.
What if biography
were ecological history
of natural,
yet also spiritual,
sacred development?
Written scripturally small,
speaking in still small eisegetical voices
of inspired natural resonance,
fire with water,
ExegetingEarth with revolving,
absorbing,
creolizing enlightenment.
Why does stepping into another species' creation and destruction story
fade away our sacred ownership?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
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