Standstill

All things, causing unease within me.

I’m rising, standing still and listening, shining a light and asking

for higher reasoning to season me into all that I’m meant to be.

All ill will or unconscious restlessness wrestling to the surface of my being,

be released, you savage beast in me, turn to water and lightening,

feed the air and the trees, all things in the environment surrounding.

Let these experiences be lessons and teachers, imparting to me,

the wisdom of alchemical thinking, being in balance,

through all circumstances approaching to be resolved, dissolved,

or resurrected, maybe redirected into a new thing.

Calm these fists of fury, thundering.

Set on protecting the pearl growing at all costs.

Won’t lose any more than what’s dross.

What’s in me will be protected for the sake of what’s been begot.

I am purifying, and sometimes it shows, so the story goes.

A hero giving and receiving it’s blows, to better know…

A purging, wrestling, pressure expressing,

do you do, or do you lie, do you move,

Or do you die? Do you live to thrive?

Or do you find yourself chronically striving to project the image of being alive?

Until you slip unwittingly into the act of dying for the appearance of life.

Driving the vehicle closer to the edge of the cliff while pretending to exist.

The slow and the short of it, the careen, then the slow drift.

Life, just waiting for you to shift. Take a stand.

Then remain still, until it doesn’t hurt to be.

Nothing… the needle’s eye to Everything.

A destiny so divinely orchestrated, each point of light hidden

Purified to perfection, heated to ash in the lion’s den.

Work smarter, when did we slip away into the unseen?

An invisibility breezing between, listening.

Observing to see, the remnants of old garments

weaving me into this reality, rend,

and then, soaring, fragmented beautifully,

still a single being, now a world set free.

No more veil between, I can see clearly,

hoops and loops of utter insanity

playing out over the stage covering restlessly,

distracting careless beings from the paradise hidden in the sinews between,

stuffed into ever space offering opening.

Every dam breaking to release it’s Flow in me.

My Beloved Chi, at ease ever within me, waiting… I am calling.

It’s me… idol fear projecting twisted intentions from me,

monkey paw outcomes of my own creating…

Oil and water, the difference between, no meshing, and so goes unity,

my desire for peace, causing a wrestle between,

Cain and Abel casualties, beginning internally.

Which wolf am I choosing through each scene I am envisioning?

Worry; this atrocity, leave, these poisoned fruits on the ground where they lay,

Red flag warning, their love comes with deaths strings,

constantly tugging and pulling, draining, waxing and waning,

Sucking tit from the wrong things… no human can satiate such need.

That’s a life thing, and it will gladly offer sustenance upon asking heartfully.

Then blame, and gnash their teeth when you tell them honest things.

Why would you say that to hurt me?

I didn’t do it for you at all, that was for my own release… you brought the sensation out of me…

I can only express what I’m feeling, and you can either lie or act truthfully.

Either way, I come to an understanding… mouth

is the least of the contextual character witnesses I’m observing.

The tendency, how has it warn me similarly, I’m above nothing…

And so I see clearly the skins I’ve left behind me.

A friend, and only an unwitting enemy. I only see the fire when I look behind me.

Intuitively shifting the sails flying, to be filled by the wind in my surroundings.

I’ve asked for friendship from the Origin Point that framed me…

I asked it for referencing, a council, and friendship if it will have me…

And suddenly, I find my fuel returning… softly. So naturally, I might not have noticed a thing, had I not been presently asking, experiencing, perceiving the little things making me smile with ease. Dancing, cooking for just me… treating myself as I would to be, and seeing it bleed into everything… a tree, connected to the forest surrounding, sending and receiving to become all it can be.

Orienting to face the sun shining and sending the heat to all things beneath my growing canopy.

The sense of rest and peace, restored as I point due North…