Each time I return
It is as a Stranger
Earning again through unfamiliar lands
Knowing not the traps & triggers
Of permissible behavior.
But a good grasp of generalities
Keeps me fed.
I came here for the Greatest Adventure of All Time
When time was not real, but a construct in the minds of eager energies
Spinning on what started as an intoxicating play of light & shadow:
Hide n seek: we hid God: Now we seek.
Ah what fools! What mortals we turned out to be!
One Eternal Day
Life stalks me somehow. Even when I shave my head & hide,
I look out to see Life peering in, making sure I live in this kingdom.
Life needs me – yeah that’s what I tell myself, when each path
Leads me right around into the fray;
When each stream by which I meander empties into
An ocean where I’ve stood many times
Watching myself set sail
On the voyage of this
One Eternal Day.
I know now the drama happened
When I wandered into a fractal
Seduced by a happier ending.
I moved through much & into many –
Lifetime by lifetime, like stones across moving water
Each an enactment of what I’d learned in the past.
That’s why they began to stick together…
The rowhomes in my mind,
Each with a ghost in the attic.
The closer I am to sunset
The more I see in the also-familiar darkness.
If you believe in monsters, they’ll devour you
If you do not, are you incautious?
I believed in monsters more before
I was concerned once upon a time for myself
But now I really want to avoid the collateral damage.
Knowing how we’re all connected, & that.
I haven’t run away for years now.
There is no connection.
Every haircut is a rebirth, a do-over.
Then I look in mirrors to say, “Still not you!”
“You’re that Universal Kelly Girl with a new ticket down on Market Street.
Get your gloves on, girl, we leave soon.”
There is only a real world when you start divesting from it.
The world clings … a scarf … a stone.
Set these aside; the NWO is right in wording if not intent:
You will own nothing & be happy.
It’s not a threat, they don’t own that.
What happens with birds of the air who own nothing
Yet to whom all is given?
So are we meant to be.
Source tickles us with Light, sudden flashes,
Snapshots well-laden with memory –
An afternoon in a fall of light to camera
That moment the wave became particle
A paint-ball from your pineal to mine, so tenderly awakening
From its dream of light to our Reality.
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