moonface
there you are.. with your moonface smiling
a new universe spinning on its axile.
they say stars fall when the voices of the soul
are in communion with the universe..
the pain of robbery and the toil of loss often puts one on a collison
course with the reality of seeing realness..
being real and becoming a vessel for the muse to speak and become
through channels not of our own making..
may we all be fortunate to have such direct communication.
with the asteroid of our own waking.. crashing into the darkness.
your ride has not been easy and it seems that even now the glimmer and
dazzle of the daybreak is illusive as god is illusive in a universe so
fraught with its own hiccups.
my own wayward scribbling now fails to give me the direction to speak
or write sit or stand and be rightly. connected .
earth in hand.
as the musing on the muse goes
it is a matter of thy will be done
all those kingdoms come and go
and all that remains is the flesh
making real what has been said
and seen in visions
I hope you find that balance of will and power.
that the universe throws you
the breaks that you need to expediently
reach that peak and not this here
valley of dry bones cracking against a veil wall of stone..
that the fossils fossilized by circumstance and time
will blow away and bring a new dawning in your rising..
we pray to all the gods at once for such divination such inclined
belief in the unknown and the unseen..
the unseemingly quieted light and line of beliefs..
erasing the negative to reach a positve place of
growth.
my own amening is a tired hossana oglalla song to any god
listening and counting as the stars fall from the heavens
mortalized by the x and y of it all.
..deep and wide and deeper yet
we are awashed with the sparkle
of time past
time present..
i understand the struggle
to find rest.
the struggle to remove
dead skin and be born again.
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