Writing On the Ground

A ventured stroll away from talk
taking in all superfluous detail
allowing it to fill my corrupted senses
an escape from the tedium
it invites me to escape from the routine.
To open new ways of perceiving
at what has been seen before
yet never revealed afore.

Rarely a moment goes by
when the same view cannot take on a new hue
for the view is alive
pumping subtle life
into each crook and cranny
so that every microcosmic detail 
the tiniest of other earthly intelligence
are also offered the opportunity 
the same that we are given 
to flourish 
of making a worthy society.

Beneath our very feet
subtle signs are there
for us to perceive if only 
our eyes are able to notice.
Cracks and fissures around 
infrastructures hardened textures
allow glimpses of those forces
not insubordinate 
just seeking a share of living space
to echo their colourful vibrations
on our un-perceiving attentions.

An eye so keen to accept such notices
might be tempted to see
such sacred messages for us to feel or heed.
Madness may even encroach
to accept the design of such a divine creation
is at work edging around our corrosive borders.
Behind the corporal language
a communication so deep and so fine
no human sense could fully comprehend.
Unless we learned to abandon
our fleshy bony vehicles for a simpler primordial state 
surrender complete intimacy with all of creation.
Hearing unutterable whispers of shining comfort
through the cracks and fissures along 
the pavement, striding, roaming
surging up through gutters and drains.
The unsuspecting borders between nature
and our singular self-enhancing interactions. 

Life is surging,
urging us to manifest,
in joining in feeding on its royal bosom 
sharing in the feast of creation
so we, in turn, will return 
to nourish the elementary message 
of our purest love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Fleming Avatar
January 15, 2018 at 10:32 AM
Impressive piece of prose, Oliver...I enjoyed the read. Very well penned! My best regards. :) john
Furlong Avatar
January 15, 2018 at 11:10 AM
Thanks John, I appreciate that :)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
January 15, 2018 at 10:28 AM
I love this. A fave :)
Furlong Avatar
January 15, 2018 at 11:14 AM
Thanks Maureen
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