The Shore

[Nowayout]

Senility is a form of freedom.

[Realm Ki]

Sensing the shape of oblivion
Like your face in my blind hands
Rounded, flowing and turning
So obviously not there

There was no
Tangible now
But the quicksand between
Then and never

You say

I stay

And all along
We walked
Barefeet on No Path
Shaping our ground
To the shape of us,
To
The Shape
Of All

[Nowayout]

Ok, Ki ... my computer glitched.

[Nowayout]

Jesus only wrote in the sand

My life is a dream....

All will be forgotten.

Washed out on the shore

The tide will continue.

Jesus also left footprints

In the sand.


What did Mohammed wright

Or the Buddha

Drifting around snow banks

And my dreams..

I await the sun

(And your kiss.)

[Realm Ki]

I dreamt once
I forgot my name
And all I said was backwards

The one who listened then
She was God
The one who knew
Someone was in here
Someone was me

I dreamt once
I lost my way
All the side streets dead ends

The one who heard me then
She was God
The one who knew
The road was in there
The road was all mine.

I came alone once
To a wedding
And all the guests cried
As I walked without my groom.

The one who lead me then
She was God
The one who knew
I was never alone
Told me he was with me
All
Along.

And when words fail,
And directions cease,
When extras turn
Into leads
And dreamers turn into
Weeds...
She is always there.

All ways.

[Unseeking Seeker]

It is as you say! :)

[Realm Ki]

Overheard a grindingly grumbling grey
On their gravelled well-travelled way
To the King
As they talked people laughed
As they grudged people yayed
As they lay flat-faced
Boot in broken back
Next,
No
One
Stayed.

And the silence.

And the silence
Where grinding grudge
Is
Not.

[Nowayout]

The True God

Simply

Is.


What are you

In comparison.

A girl

With another

Point of view.

[Realm Ki]

Again I go what?

Lol

The inner landscapes of words, they are truly or can be in two very different places at once.

I want to write now of the human concept of a true god, but Ill rest in my fascination of the very real human condition - and the amazing existance on the verge of it, spiritual awareness in human shape.. :)

An itch,
You know it?

Did we ever know before?

The piercing presence
Of an eardrum
A master's skill
It takes to release it

From me.

And then we are all beyond
The cruel barbaric
Shape of right and wrong
Of power and brute force.

Or so we seem to think.

We seem to start in strive to order,
Borne with à sense that everything is part
Of the Perfect Plan

That is much we actually remember. And nothing else, sending us on a wild goose chase for the perfect play
That'll explain everything

-in one dimemsion.

I am happy to know that I cannot see.

I am relieved to know, no boot broken back
is ever in vain. The right to complain, to state all of ours utter ignorance - that one makes the fool a safe,
And the random singer, mage.

[Realm Ki]

Once I stood
By a birch tree and cried
For answers
For clues
To the madness of
My
Heart

We danced under other
Birches
Goodbye
With the fae of our time

Not knowing it was
Really
Farewell
For good

And we rested early under
The oldest willow
With the Magic of
All times

Back home I had my
Beech tree backbone

And to this day
I want to ask
Them
What that was.

All that love
All those songs
All those friends of
All those realms

And then nil.

Just left us there
Apart
Departed from party
We already knew we missed.

There.
Not.

Would you birch tree
Speak more clearly?