towers

Standing alone as grace and might
nothing to prove and nothing to hide,
matter dissolves and becomes a new you
that sees all directions
up, down and through
no longer bound by the shell of your body
as always it was and always will be
as horse and flower, you’re only just God
as clear as day, you know the Way
but desire pulls you back to the matter at hand
while gentle amnesia embraces your Mind
and so you enter the battle again,
but this time
something else knows, that inside the swirl,
you’re only just God,
fighting yourself and creating your world
watching with wonder, “what beauty and power!”
you stand again and gather your children
scared and confused, they hear from the Tower
“you’re all the same, you’re only just God,
know it or not, it’s ok, but one day
you’ll wake up and see
yourself as Me”

(art by Deborah Butterfield)

take off

Reminded everywhere,
we see our reflections
we hear our voices
while blind and deaf to know what they mean,
the lilting flock, together and free
the music in the breeze
the confidence of the swaying tree,
dancing above and within the fog
we see with one eye, the darkness
the other keeps looking
one ear hears no,
the other, maybe
until one day, the lift, the shift of a gaze
a pierce of knowing
and the fire is lit
blasting beginnings from out of a heart
that races beyond the shore,
jumps into the depth of feeling it all
in it’s galloping hooves
the moments, the lifetimes, of grips and releases
and in one breath, a knot is untied
the body that’s held it’s true nature inside
beats a new heart
with no need to cower,
surrendered, open
untethered Horsepower.