Broom Dust

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