Ventana Thoughts
These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness
Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.
Addiction is a mirror;
if I look into it for long
I will see myself
attempting suicide.
With my conscious mind in tow
I descend into my heart
through imagination,
there learning your memory
is the sunshine
each new day bears.
A covey of fat
mountain quail and me,
we surprised each other
on the trail this morning
at just past six,
the significance of this not eluding me
having already had my manna.
In a field of false lupin
spilling the earth
an unearthly blue
surrounded by young madrone
of vibrant green and neon brown
sprung from the ashes
of disastrous fire
i chanced an encounter
with One who has all power
in taking a chance
on His love
They are
perhaps not stars
but distant openings
windows to beyond
to back where i started from,
ever His intention
i find my way home
It would make more sense
were my gray matter
yellow, or white
with a goldenrod center,
given the scrambled
and fried responses
it comes out with
Little glimpses
leaving hunger for more,
poetry draws me into
an other's life:
just because I wasn't there
doesn't mean
I can't recall it.
A non-entity with ambitions
inured to my own strangeness,
being published gave an air of respectability,
the way squirrels are saved
from looking like rodents
by their bushy tails.
In process he found
a self-worth being, then
a self worth becoming, and
a self worth revealing.
Copyright © Chuck Novotny | Year Posted 2012
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