I must find meaning in this resting. I was like a mossy rock tossed wildly down a grassy knoll. Each turn, each bump a defining glimpse sails by as time whirls past each second lost. A sudden stop. All motion ceased. And here I sit, finding little meaning in this two dimensional view. May some child come and pick me up, and toss me boldly down some hill, or in some river to be turned and rolled by the current. One can hope.
~ There was a whirlwind of a time where I picked up everything I owned and moved to another state. Once that was accomplished, it was as though everything stopped, and for a time I didn’t know what to do with myself. I did not know then, that the child I was waiting for, was Me.
I came to the wide and open space of darkness Which for a millennia I had feared Touted as a place of death and destruction Very few ever even neared And it’s true I died there in that place So many ways in which my ego seared A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation ‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing That dusty casement of illusion disappeared And shining there in all My reigning glory I saw that All was One to be revered
It was in the Word that our demise was found You were skill-less in your rant Yet calculating in your approach Regurgitated flittering bits of hate Heralding in the empty love You would lastly profess It was in the swelling rage That vision finally found Me We had always been a dead thing And I Am done reviving those dry bones