Two strands as of d n a, cellestialy frayed, in heavens test' no sleep now digressed.'
By power unrivalled, shot through space
Glistening in attraction, from jupiter to
Venus they race..Twirled in cosmic gusts
Severe.' There is re-contact.' A winding..
Where the finish beckons, seared' past sunbursts flaring
Severe.' Transmution of energy, in the rifling run, tighter in oscillation, two again become one .'
A tapestry lightly stitched,
a Turin shroud of time.
It is a vision of our birth and crucifixion.
a Jesus still ascending
while travelling our own via Dolorosa.
I glimpse of a Christhood rising
within both I and you.
Now the weave unwinds,
threads twist in a rootless wind.
Father, a spool of memories is unravelling
is it a nativity or an extinction?
Linen soaked in life or death
stains the same.
Brain-fuzz falls like dandruff,
clearly the clarity of a strain-free smile
is back to work.
Summer is breaking its glass sky.
I'm unwinding a Slinky soul,
after a dark thought
dropped me into a subdivision of hell uninvited -
mind blisters are healing well.
on a sandy beach
the rolling tide clears my mind
driving me off course
Embracing emptiness
I have no-self---service
completeness reigns
mindfulness walks the line.
A goose gray day,
I might have places to go
but know not the way.
The dice are under the cup
the runes are blind.
The hours will unravel,
I will follow the instructions
of a voice in my car
look for lost paths
and roads not yet found.
//hockey ##### net ##### spun//
//sticky ####### with ####### sweat//
//hammock ###### ‘tween ###### oaks//
//huge ####### spider ####### content//
//in ####### late ####### Summer//
//her ##### strands ##### of ##### love//
//catching ############## bugs//
//dawn ######## to ######## dusk//
// ########### ‘til ########### //
//the #################### umpire//
//thinks ######### it ######### wise//
//to ################## unwind//
//to ################### satisfy//
//his ################### wife//
9/24/2021
americano extra large in hand
coffeehouse soundtrack playing mellow in the background
muse with pen all set
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Caged soul, what makes you sob.
One fine day you’re free or forever barred.
Wonder why you shed tears;
I have surplus BLISS for all & you; should you ask.
What urges you survive - In awe I am, you subsist or have died.
Unwind yourself, my waif-like soul. Let me seize you there from here.
Unwind yourself for me if you tin.
I am the PARADISE every human should be in.
Hold my hand, you’re free to dream.
Of the shimmering sky that forever gleam,
The unsullied air you could evermore breathe,
Of the mountains you could perpetually reach,
Of the lover with who you could eternally be,
Of the valley at length that takes you to THEE.
Wonder who am I, my elfin soul? I am lone a figment of you UNTIED.
Universe Unwinding
Wonder beyond
Glide through clouds of doubt
Take to the clear rising at the edge
Evident as the light of day takes you down
Explode there
Merge first…. yellow gold red beams with blue
Fold on the mighty winds of distant lost commands
Cosmic tumbles to where the universe might go
Draw away from temptations false steps in space
To all Moons and suns seen
There, the hole to the void looks through
Looks back at you
2 Mirrors face to face shine on themselves
In reflective endlessness in the dark
Making “nothing” no more or less their home
Avoid them if they shatter
Take flight on matter
Up front to the ever outward ends of time
Energy showers on in distant fractured lights
Becoming once again no more
A choice presents itself: to wind the strings
of memory around my longing state,
or find the breathless candle at the end
of a long corridor of time that still
keeps faith with light, that will invite a dream
to weave its wisdom, seize my mind and not
its melancholy, where the riches are.
There is some comfort, wallowing among
the callow simpering of tender angst
but it is temporal, its stumbling quest
will slumber fitfully, its rest in vain.
There is that candle, with its strength bestowed
in peace—its blazing fire of love fair strowed
upon a cosmic heart, outrageous in
its pretense to be frail.
It has become a flame transcendent in
its zeal for change, and as we watch the self
it is no more indulgence of the past,
but in its place, a gracious gathering
of an eternal now.
~
butterflies flight broke...
living room’s filled with stale smoke
pink elephants would choke
Float to freedom
Burst and pop
to winds of change
on tides of red
Break emotion
Logic stops
as words ignite
and flood your head
Call the story
Conjure dreams
to lips still shaking
cold unthaw
Blow the bubbles
to the trees
and then sit back
and laugh in awe...
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