Watching the Stillness.

 

Echoes in mind.

Steadfast with ignorance 

and blends, 

illusions to Solidity.

 

Borne to impasse separation.

 

Covet, with impurity.

Maturity, permisses absorption,

evolving by extracting from within, that which

to the point where absorption, soon exposes the Separation.

 

Mother serenades, effortless Love Songs,

massed and borne to All naturally endowed,

to reflect in gracious harmony

…and in unison.

 

One way through the Looking Glass.

That which doesn’t reflect,

summons sweet whispers elixed,

sharing with Her, with You,

as we are, and they……..,

all with All.

 

Tidings bear promise, 

Salutations welcome beckoned calls,

Juvenile sweets- light shimmers, gold glitters

gifts to Herself, adorned

by one and all.

 

Permeable by Truth, 

extracting the false.

Cleanse to open and sever,

confined delimiting orders.

 

A cloud sea to the few,

overcast to scattered,

behind and underneath the flower’s bloom,

She is the same.

 

Nature is……. Human is,

the lines made up between, like neighboring bordering fence rows,

gleefully connected by, untroubled grape vines, 

in lovingly jubilous, 

evanescing grace.

 

But with no evanescence,

not water to water,

nor air to air,

then why dream this dream on a bed of nails?

 

 

Second Nature’s fall

with inner calls-

Those can sense the wind,

but erect these walls.

 

Claiming to own another,

one without the other,

the slow, free slide,

of the grape vine’s smile.

 

Where it is destined by nature’s plans,

unchanging in motion, 

towards generational destiny-

the vine plays the true rules.

 

Over man’s 

fatuous drawn lines,

who disregards these truths

and lies for desire.

 

Unrecognized-

as through children’s eyes, 

liberates

those ties of binding.