Between this reality and the ones in minds eye, of which do I reside?
In the center of it all, is the All.
Chaos, harmony, ugliness and beauty.
Sirens, guns blaring, and wise words from Djehuti.
The police helicopter circles and the Dove sings overhead—
Serenity amidst disruption.
A boulder in a rushing river.
Life is motion, then it is stillness.
I am a tree.
Like hands, my branches reach toward heaven.
My trunk is my body.
The roots extend as much below as above.
Although you cannot see them,
It is the deepest part of my being hidden.
I am brought to life from confined abysmal darkness.
— And nourished through boundless divine light.
When man is left to his own devices,
He is temperamental. He is cultured, deep.
He is okay with his appearance, in all forms,
He lacks nothing, for he has nothing.
Taking his time down the steep dark descent,
He only found her by way of scent.
“Where are you?” Said he, reaching but not finding.
“There is another world up there only found by climbing!”
“Shhh!” She sang, gaze affixed to shadow image on the wall.
A hopeless heartache—if only they knew a fraction of it All.
At times I feel her arise in me.
The divine feminine smirking with power.
A blackness so brilliant—
Like the sheen of a crow in the Sun.
The dark murky waters of creation is where she dwells.
Animate by her energy, I enter the quantum;
Where there is no state of becoming, rather, Absolution.
She is both life and death,
The guiding and tempting force of which I am present vessel.