Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
Until one day it found me
Setting out on this path moving forward — no longer looking back, except to witness the steps arriving timely with each new footing, whether physical, spiritual or mystical plains of truths opening our objectivity. Forward vision gaining sight — letting go fantoosh ways of old — news knocking on our doors daily — telling us what to hear, see, believe, regardless of what our heart calls us to know.
Personal journey — scuppered at the edge of our heartfelt spinning energetic being, bleeding out till all our seeds rotten to the core — cracking open, germinating again. Pouring out contented casks nourishing spirits call — metronymic naming imprinted before birth, ancestral calling for awakening.
Following the masses, emptied song lines with no apparent end in sight — unseen, unknown, taking a turn down jagged, crooked roads — finding ourselves alone, treasure trove bursting into flames. Lighting our way, burning paths into historical shifts — doth not suffer hearing majorities judging thoughts, embracing the stones beneath our feet — paving the way.
Material has forgotten attachment to physical — plain sight igniting truths, before truth giving birth to all realities — returning to the one carrying many names — dropping labels along the roadside, free as a bird — spirit carries me. One thought above all — the expansive growth of knowing simultaneous unknowing — discoveries openness lifting, carrying us to where it all began.
Reflecting, forwarded projecting voice — echoing the ancient songs healing, soothing cries collective voice — sure-footed advancement. Zero-point flipping tides, turning memories — wiping clean the gibberish not yet gathered — waste management coming to aid digestive transmutation.
Something greater, this way comes — fixated on the one true home — self-believing, careful proceeding, approaching a place reserved for all willing to get out from under the preponderance of the world. Rejoice! Picket fence, rounding corners — purple door bigger than life — heartfelt knocking — arriving home.
~ Ani Po
My first thoughts to this prompt, was that of no longer having an objective but remaining in peace with self and the daily actions of others, believing in old ways of divide and conquering, knowing finite truths twisted by centuries of misguided steps.
Title song comes to mind, Still haven’t found what I’m looking for, continuing the search for answers to all of the forks in the road before us. To say that day has come, falsely exaggerated, realizing that there is yet more to this universal truth, waiting for our discovering of not knowing anything at all.
There is comfort in not knowing, judgment spewing from bell-curved dwellers, allowing a natural ebb and flow to it all. We arrive at a place we call home.
Firstly, putting this song on loop, as I look out into the cosmos for these words previously written. Please give it a listen.
Thank you Ravyne Hawke. jules, Christine Graves, Joanne Olivier, Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, and the whole PW family for sharing in this dance.
If you are not aware of the title song, here is a link to take you there.
