Brain’s misguided step
Pausing to let the storm pass
Time passing by — what seems to be an eternity –lifetimes of misery unfolding in a single thought. Uncertainty of the origin of this cosmic wave — left with a self-inflicted twist of collective memory — heartache, crippling pain invitation to sitting still.
Expressive words — I feel the sadness filling my universe — weighing me down — filled with gratitude as the words fill this page, returning to the earth — fertilizing future growth of sprouted wings not yet taken to flight. With every fleeting second, a choice of falling deeper into despair — witnessing wholeness — honoring the muddy waters and angelic voices lifting me alike.
Brother has fallen to cancerous iatrogenic belief
thrombosis and coagulation of tempered suffering
numb by the broken limbs, fallen tree
once standing for two hundred years.
Call to the four-directional brethren
spirits of non-tangible reality
fairy tale like endings created
by defibrillators’ shocking tone
anthropopathy grasping harvested moon.
Is this the end — fleeting thought giving birth to a new beginning — of something greater than self? Do the others dare dive deeply into the cosmic seas of disbelief — discover new planets’ existence in the outer rings of possibility?
Sit and meditate — retorting voices conflicting — contrasting vibrational toning of songs sung by hearts story waiting to be told. Still uncertain — more certain than ever — entering contrasting songs sung by the ancient wisdom keepers of fire struck believers to walking a broken road.
Thinly spread rocky roads — glassed shards cutting open the souls of our feet — deduction to induction — phase of black transforming wood into medicinal — ash trees falling to bored out infestations not treated by self-healing thought.
Breathing in
collective suffering
burdening deliberation
end resulting
rewritten storylines
of self and ancestral;
overdue books and stepping stones
waiting for our footed breath
outward healing inner circles
breathing out planetary growth.
Tall trees sung by the masters of fate — staring me down — inviting an inward journey while being present in the ancient truths deeply rooted in the heavens and earth alike.
Tripped up by the cannonballs aftermath growing intensely in hearts broken dreams — returning to the trestle board to rewrite — we sit and meditate on the birthing of a new fantasy yielded reality.
~ Ani Po
Much gratitude to Sahil Patel and lifeline for the continued prompts, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)for teasing my thoughts stemming from fantasy to reality and finally Jeff Langley for digging deeper roots into the cosmic unknown. Loop pedal activated with a song shared by Jeff.
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