The Magician
I was drawn here today,
to the quiet woods, to sit and think.
About life, love, fear...
For today it was the only near sense,
compelled towards this delicate space
as I watch those that pace by,
spaced out...
Do they not find the woods fascinating?
Do they not hear the quaint whispers
through the wind, through the trunks?
They do not see me amongst the trees,
and at first, I believe I am alone,
perched on a rock,
gone from reality...
And then suddenly, the butterflies,
they are here floating all around.
In the air doting, dancing, rhythming.
How organic I feel...
How dynamic that living is constantly changing me.
I trip out on life sometimes,
alive at the edge of something else.
Wondering...
Moving...
Breathing...
And in one breath of air, an entire moment,
an entire memory,
a sequence of individuality,
duality...
The oneness of immortality.
How dare such a nature exist!
And fear, she is always persisting,
down in the corner of your binding thoughts.
Bending...
Distorting...
Re-ordering momentum...
Sending you searching across parallels of perception.
And then suddenly this;
An interjection...
The magician...I AM HERE!
As mother, she is calling me near,
speaking of love, of fear, surrender.
I close my eyes to hear what I feel,
to sense the invisible side of real.
As mother's ***** tones circle around,
begging my eyes...
moving my soul...
A key in a hole, some kind of vibrating,
heart resonating...
A serenade of sounds
And love...
Profound...
always, somehow she finds,
opening the doorways to the other side.
Again, I close my eyes, this space,
touching gently against my mind.
Behind these patterns I transform,
shifting...
Metamorphing...
As I've seen what is out there being
and how we hide,
how fleeting it has become.
For inside each an entire universe resides.
Here, in this space between spaces,
we're looking in, and we're looking out.
Through the peculiar, perpetual alive
I feel to shout;
"GOD WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE!"
Down the valleys of existence the voice echoes out,
travelling down, around, in, through, out and again I shout,
"GOD WHAT AM I DOING HERE?"
Sometimes im trembling...
Tasting bittersweet upon my lips
as the unfathomable rips through
my thought inspection...
And then suddenly this,
an interjection...
The magician... I AM HERE
Questioning it all,
using love to open more doors.
Fear...
Love...
The unknown...
This, the inescapable trilogy we roam.
To say we know, finds no base,
for the only known existence be...
That which the magician creates.
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