I wake in the dream of my shame,
exalted by the breadth and scope of it.
This blood on my hands, whose is it? Mine
or yours? I cannot remember…
I am more loss than I am creation.
I am rubble, standing firm. I am a fallen
castle. I deserve this guilt, but must
relinquish it.
Grief: I carry the way a girl carries a doll,
tight and snug to her chest. I undress it at night to
show it my lacerations.
Sometimes we suffer too much reality.
I yearn to know you again, I yearn to know
myself. The rain always has its lessons:
A tree grows through
a rock and chooses to be
beautiful.
I am what I am.
I am what I am.
Decisive push on the small of my back,
intensity knocked the wind out of me.
Shoved so indecently hitting that track,
too much stillness to take innocently.
Mapping the unseen motion constantly,
all at once the eye became an echo.
I instinctively knew how to swallow
some honey with a hint of hurricane.
That whisper of heat I’ll amplify slow,
a disastrous but deadly-soft refrain.
The greeting is bone
on,
the meat strong
not challenging.
Flesh mounds
rise,
river valleys,
flicker nocturnal,
as tunnels run through
roughhewn gullies.
Time takes a walk
across rib backed ridges,
carved lifelines carry
flickering windows
tugging
visions behind them.
Groundswells ripple over
tremors,
topographies entwine,
openly unwind.
Hands unhitch
to clutch at words -
none
necessary.
Lunar alabaster
gleams beneath the void
The infant’s mind is carved in stone
Neural patterns branch like frost
across the barren surface
Face recognition
etched in marble relief
The first spark of knowing
Sound waves frozen into rings
echo mother's silent song
Small fingertip grooves
map first touch sensation
then the human footprints vanish, art remains
Paradox
In the telling of
A story may
Transform the story..
A map
Is not separate
From the territory..
It can and cannot
Be a guide...
The territory
Cannot be mapped
But maps
Nevertheless
Appear to serve
A story's need
For a move to
Chicago...
Separation and mapping
Are not two..
on befriending silence we discovered
deep truths of existence unravelling
with light of our true being uncovered
we found Self in the vast void travelling
Self as living light, vibrant and aglow
dwells in time dissolved peace, feeling complete
yet love, wisdom and power does not know
though undoubtedly synced with God’s heartbeat
poised as such, we set up an intent wave
to enrich awareness with love agape
that in the void, hues of bliss we engrave
sculpting all souls to take on a new shape
wisdom and power, in time will be ours ~
grace alone is, the force that empowers
Veins of mist
web and thicken
to a clotted stutter
of images
slipping from words
into a fog
of quiet from where
a finger traces lines
in air as if mapping
what has been lost
finally widening
to a circle
taking in
all of you.
Methinks it's time for me to create
A rhyme.
My marbles have been scrambled and
Methinks it's quite a crime.
To lose the grand red Highway running athwart my mind.
all my T's and F's and Z's are running amuck.
It is the Amygdala's disambiguation
Messing up my brain.
I was making such amazing progress!
I was starting to achieve,
Intrigued I am - about just how the Amygdala disambiguates.
Hower, mussitation in the definition of this disambiguation.
Have left me with a headache of metacognitive frustration.
* Amygdala - a ganglion of the limbic system adjoining the temporal lobe of the brain and involved in emotions of fear and aggression.
Pathless
Inward journey
Yearning for God connect
Stillness continuum the way
Blissful
01-December-2020
Not revisiting what is but building
upon on an as is where is basis,
moment to moment, thus gently flowing,
realising oneness of consciousness,
we remain poised in silence and stillness.
As we shift from grasping to connecting,
in a continuum meditating,
limited ego begins to recede,
our heart opens to receiving Gods blessings
as we be aligned in thought, word and deed.
22-November-2020
map your geography,
rewrite your cartography
course and horizon
Grasping a vital key concept ~
The slightest decision made alters one's path
Together become life's significant milestones
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Mind Mapping
I wandered lonely through my mind
on a day trip with a map,
an Ordnance Survey Map with details.
The people and places hidden there
all greeted me, old friends and old haunts
neatly stacked and filed in memory.
A Mind Map leads to thinking,
processing, calculating and developing.
How does it work, this neural network?
I sought after my soul and found
it cowering and concealed in a corner,
crushed by the worries of the world.
Personality appeared split, unable to agree
on mind-mapped sanity when faced with
the frenzy of life, whether real or imagined.
I passed the library of the mind,
the place of study, invention and skill,
the source of new thoughts and ideas.
A mind full of busy thoughts,
considerations and wanderings,
brain-driven while desiring tranquillity.
Perhaps the thoughts belonged to someone else,
heard, taught, caught, nurture, nature?
So I wandered on in search of peace.
And then the Mind Map merged with reason
as I lived the day before me.
My heartbeat echoes a motionless metronome
With only an offshore wind to bring it back home
Inside my mind the weight of my thoughts drone
At once setting the mood the moment the tone
Tracing every wall branding every surface with marks
This is no longer the sheltered haven where my mind parks
I try recall what sent us out of orbit & led us astray
Dunno however this is no longer a place of innocent play
I search for tracks paths previous passages routes to take
The intricate webs stilts steps the uphill journey I make
All the while the library vault is empty overdue & archived
This all had happened long before by the time I had arrived
And all in the silence standing dizzy & still steadily spinning
I asked implored and prayed fervently to karma destiny & fate
To stop the cycle the story & take me right back to the beginning
At once right now hurry hasten & do this before it is to late
By sea, air or land, a map is at hand
To find your way through
Beat motorway blues
GPS locate, not wanting to be late
Motorway lanes signposted for speed
To A roads and B routes, destined to lead
Atlas for certain the world it will open
With continent size distorted for guise
Longitude, latitude, GMT atlas use
From trains track the scenery
Through towns, cross a river bridge
By day or by night, if moon is in sight
North, south, east, west; by stars you can trek
Chart journeys together in all kinds of weather
Driving by car when thinking of marriage
Or maybe preferring a horse drawing carriage
By rail, road or tube, there’s a map you can choose
Distance, time, ask where to arrive or depart
For traveling plans
A map is your friend
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