Our
...souls
as rivers, ethereal
speak to us
...in spiritual ways,
flowing through
time and space
...like water
and through
each course
of our lives,
changing form
when necessary
to overcome
each
of the many
obstacles
we must face...
Whether in the trickle
Of addition into a quiet spring
Pouring softly within a world aglow
With happy sunlit pools
Of cool refreshing
Flow of life idea
Or swirling gently
about with falling leaves
like kisses upon our face
like mama
did once
in our ever
flowing dreams
Of thoughts
Serene
To recharge our souls
Remembering
Past lives perhaps
Then oft
We find
Our worlds inclined
Compressed,
Our minds
Rush off
To be tested
By a world
Of ever changing
Currents
In a hurry
To see it all
Lest we take time
To understand
When we are
Truly blessed
We climb
Into
An urge for
Movement lest we be
Left behind
As if it were
Something so
Unkind…
Find ourselves
Dropped into a state
Of sadness
We cannot fathom
Thus we sit
Left to our fate
For as yet
Our minds are not yet
Refined to a point
Where we recycle
Our energies, in time
To relate to
Our constant changing state
And fall sadly
Lost in the warm
Memories of joy
And happy times
In a teardrop
…serenade
Abruptly taken
By the spirit of the all
Against our will
We take our fall
Or lost in the illusion
Of thrall
tossed
madly about
lost in turmoil
and confusion
or racing
into the
uncertainty
in the rapids
of doubt
and despair
even to be swept
helplessly
...off the edge
in slow motion
fantasies
to freefall,
unimaginable
heights
over waterfalls
as we catch
fleeting glimpses
smashing our hopes,
dashing storybook
childhood dreams
are we are fed back
from the raw edge
of reality, with
all the blankets
and teddy bears
get fed carefully
back into the minds
of the next generation
of souls believing in
the dream machine
chased by the mirrors
from joyous wombs
where they once sang
of great happily
ever after
a happiness
riding a beast
it seems, somehow
we failed to master
or are our heavens
merely illusions
in essence,
confusion
if we refuse
to believe in ever
somewhere
from the heavens
dropped a stone
ripples, in effect
creating whirlpools
within our souls
as we remember,,
eddies in the flow
resonant drumbeats
we somehow recognize
echoes across the stars
of biblical proportions
in practical solutions
...anymore
whenever
our lives make
a significant
change.
When ever
we are faced
with a scarcity
of renewing
challenges
we see
as if
looking
from afar
even as
we face
these
questions
of how this
life ever
began
storms
also form
from the
very same
depths within,
gathering
...our energies,
our thoughts
and ideas
mix and blend
our worlds collide,
oft violently
time and again
as we learn
to improvise
one step
beyond our
slash and burn
insanity, to
experience
another truth
about our
greater
selves
and take
the leap
of faith
required
to undergo
metamorphosis
a growth in depth
seeking to find our
true natural identity.
As we learn again,
just who ...we are
just all children
of the ...sun
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