Another avenue of awareness that I venture up, down, along
A song filled with grace murmurs its sweet vibrations into my soul
Trying to place myself without any division
An incision is made upon my flesh somewhere, spilling the crimson wave of life itself
Dripping in all directions
Fear shakes me in a sudden quake of shock
A new found hope arrives that replaces the deep-rooted agony that I have conjured up to my surface
Bliss beckons, as usual
The wool comes down, but my eyeballs roll back into my head instead of being covered up
Scratching its epitaph into the glass panes that outline the windows to my soul
Once I am within myself, I see what the meaning of holiness really is
All of the realms, around and throughout
Swimming with all of the tortured ones
Blaming everyone besides who lies at fault, themselves
They, who should not be forced to suffer from the wrath of the blame either
For, it is only the harsh reality of the truth that can ever be transformed and it is so with every moment that passes by
There is no answer to why
Somewhere, something within always knows
Perhaps that something does not have the slightest idea of how to speak, much less comprehend
The reactions from thought sent coming back around the karmic bend
All roads traveled either loop back around or they end
Living with the flow of nature mends the wounds that most try to sooth with the boomerang of backward travel
Being thrown out on the freeway from their sources of transportation, tearing open their wounds even further
Filling their skin with all of the dirt and gravel of the past
And still, they cannot move on
They just sit around bitching about the car should not have been driven so fast
Denial, denial,, denial
Powerful only in the eyes that seek doom
The recipients of the gifts of Belial that we shall leave in the dust as we soar through star-speckled skies on our brooms
Misused energy cares not about how much life it consumes...
6/8/2006