There was a land overcome with energies...

some sprite and wanton,
some aggressive, oppressive, overbearing

The fewest it seemed
of a gentleness, witnessing
quietly
all unseen.


In this land lived a gentle man,
who keen of hearing
and seeing,
felt the energies tangle
in herds
all around him,
spreading forth over
the soft earth and overcome.

Each day at twilight
he lifted his heart to the stars,
seeing them again anew
in their glory
and empty the crowded vessel
of his spirit.

Throughout the days,
the freer his spirit,
the more crowding,
louder, more oppressive
the energies became
than the day before...


Until at times he succumbed
to the overwhelming forces,
the pale voice of his spirit
collapsing in exhaustion.

At times,
allowing the rash energies
to shake his body
entirely
in their miserable
jerking rhythms.

Yet somehow,
strange even to his self
how the heavy shaking
in itself alighted...

each next
golden morn,
he would
find himself
bare as just born, stepping
upon the rustic road
that weaves beyond
the horizon
once again.

IT is WonderFull
to see You again,
Hear You again,
Lady Dove
ReTurning.....

That's what I LOVE about this Place...
"this rustic Road
that weaves beyond the horizon"
of our I's.

As rust never sleeps,
Nor does the gentle KindHearted
Soles
like Your Selves,
exhausted by the Eden we have made
only to rejoice in the newness
the Dawn and Dew may bring.
How Wondrous Thou Art!

It is Truly aMazing
how tangled up in Blue
One may become
Swimming in the See.

Only to be reLeased
upon our complete surrender...
We reTurn to a state of Perpetual Oneness
that we thought we had lost
on our Way.

Countless times,
Enveloped within another
Our beating Hearts
Play the same Melody
the Earth conducts
in Her
Opus Sympathy.

Being Silent
Acapella.

For Ever Reverent.
A New.