I stand in space and time all is still A reflection of all moments, emotions and memories weave into a blanket around me encompass me in robes of violent and magenta roll over me in textures of grit and silk hues and shadow individually each is familiar yet when together in a tapestry of reflection my spirit pulls in opposing directions Flip flopping like a dying fish in a shallow bucket Unsure of where the next breath will come from Gasping for air beneath the water in a space not meant for me Echoes of assurance rattle in my ears Am I willing to surrender and trust? Is it easier to call into question all once held in confidence? If all is impermanent then this too will fleet The rushing sensations burst together Creating moments so fierce and flammable one more ounce of insightful vulnerability will explode my soul Do I wish it away out of fear? Do I blink and cast it afar? I try This time the tapestry is too heavy The memories too vibrant They fight me to stay and swirl around me paralyzing my senses They pull from within me Drag out the inner workings Shed light on the dark corners Send vibration through the spaces Turning me inside out All that was tucked safe within flips to the outside My skin is storybooks and comics and movies of buried treasures I am a stage and the world can see the production imprinted on my flesh Actors stomp on my head and audiences hang from my arms What is left inside is milky white and flows like honey Freezing time and judgement The core is warm as mother’s milk and vast as cloudless skies I forget about the rattling production facing the world I dwell inside for a while awakening and expanding Every cell seems to hold infiniteness Each one a world to explore and comprehend I wish to stay here I try The ground jerks around me Turbulent shakes blend it all together Inside, outside – melded together in a stew of reality Fluidity of exterior and interior Nuanced realities side by side I step back into the space and time of now I stand still as woven memories grace my bones and cover my flesh Dance is all I can do Twist my torso Tap my toes Shake my head Slink my hips Integrating with every move Aligning once again More alive than ever Turning Turning inside out into space and time
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