The air is getting quieter until I’m drowning.
Drenched in silence, The difference between
what’s inside and out of me feels like pure violence.
And then, nothing. Nothing. I feel nothing but peace.
I’m on my knees pleading in the eye of the storm,
something, anything positive, please, distract me.
I’m breathing in more deeply to hear the sound
The semblance of rhythm forms inside me,
manifesting peacefully through the chaos echoing.
Poof, the surrounding phantoms terrorizing,
are turned to spoofs.
Run, run, as fast as they can, shadows flee until I am free,
the landscape inside me is shifting directions.
My orbit is aligning to the central sun radiating perfection through me.
Suddenly the surroundings seem to come alive for me,
I can finally see like the lights are turned on in me.
The birds and the chipmunks chattering all around me.
It’s beautiful, what a lovely morning.
Something in the air tells me
we aren’t all here yet because some aren’t searching.
Some are afraid of facing the truth, you see…
Scared by the ideas creeping in the shadows, taunting,
Leaving each fearful over what they might find haunting,
Behind the face reflecting pretty, playing nicely,
While harboring and wrestling such demons quietly…
What other monsters exist beyond me?
But how free, how free then will we all be?
When what we see reflecting is shouting so loudly.
Nothing in our surroundings can outshine
the images staring back at us violently.
Until we all adapt finally to the idea that maybe,
We aren’t what we appear to be.
Set free. Yet, in need of sanctuary.
Then. The reprieve, insides exposed outsides disposed of,
now, to be, and belong freely, using this new will for things
Just a human experiencing *breathes in deep*
Doing what we came here to do.
Giving the trees their dues through each breath you borrow,
seeing more profound into the reflection of water and the nature of life.
Breathing out, picturing my offering as food to the canopies developing to protect me.
Breathing in the gift, I’m given freely by the sentinels standing guard in my surroundings.
Roots deep, branches with reach. Oh, the lessons you can teach.
I’m so taken, taken by you as you’ve shown up for me.
Your scent is love. Your senses tend toward beauty.
In everything you do, it’s truly a signature disposition…
I am in love with the universe growing inside and out of me.
The relationship-building between me
and this space astounds me.
Under this impression, another dimension,
no matter my direction, if I aim toward perfection.
All I can do is leave my impression. However, I am meant to.
There is something so wonderful about letting go.
No matter where I am, I am sanctuary.