In a beautiful daze,
Rested upon the shallows edging an ultimate depth
Many times bathed in, swam across, and where I was born.
Phased between a long dreamland, and waking and walking in alpha state,
Not yet phased at all by the coffee
Or the slipping sun as I arise.
Not yet greeted, the incoming new year...
but getting to it.
Candles lit.
Mode ticking.
Dazed. Not yet lucid.
Sitting most marvelously
Upon the shallows, edging the depth.
I suspect, Spirit has tempered me.
As I lay more and more
Day by day
In such a halved lucid state,
That the attachments release,
With no clinging.
A washing away.
I had cried and struggled against.
I had pounded a heaving heart and chest, with flailing limbs
I had damned the heavens for what they bestowed on me; these burdens this life...
But in return,
When I was quiet....
When I finally found a slight internal place of peace...
They told me why.
That I,
Afterall,
Was the one who could alchemize such a wretched rot.
That I was the one,
Who could make the poison
A spiritual journey.
So maybe this Wood Rat, might afterall,
Find her way,
Around the snake.
and though a formidable foe,
Divine Protection
is no match for the Stars.
In this dreamland,
I was the first to reach Buddha...clever and as the story is notoriously told.
and it is by no mistake either
That I am the Divination
Of The Star XVII.
They are body temples...
But I am The Light.
Understanding incarnation
Can not keep us caged at night.
Day walking in the shallows,
Depth walking in the Night...
Restored by the waters of deep,
and anchoring on shore, once more
Another Day
Of our might.
Another day, we enforce this light
Another day,
We imbue.
A spirit perhaps of Fire.
But a fire
Of a
Different Kind.
A primordial flame.
A Blue Magic.
A kiss of
And from
The Greatest of Depths.
We indeed,
A much
Different
Kind.
