Feeling His Presence

 

An isolative state I try to uncover

Over the summit into the valley

No voice or song to appease

Here original thought creates

But in this chair my companions surround

I ache to find what I feel

I strive and travel many miles

But still a poverty surpasses me

Why is it that the presence of one can so strongly avert the being of another?

Eyelids rest heavy but his presence abounds

We teach ourselves lessons and tell ourselves proverbs and messages

But in that instant of infinite time they fall to nothing

There is no message articulating direction

Control is not viable an imagination tolls and spins the owner of thought

 

Simplification and the dominance that succeeds

Creates common words and similar passions

Creating a oneness of deception that comforts

Finding a home and culture that pretends and speaks to you

A force that pulls and drags until only some resist

 

Released from this we are soon to dream

Manipulation and friends twist

But free of this we know who we are

Where to place our feet and move our legs

The desire that came before that last bite into the dampness

This is how to be, the nature of being

 

And those few plunge into to islets of humanity

Through winds that caress our tenderness

And sand with a subtle roughness brings texture

Brightness gleams through an invisible blue

 

Ropes around wrists slowly wither away, connections lost

Fears of the projections of self hold our thoughts no longer

Traveling freely within oneself

Encountering a being that feels and perceives

A haven for ventures and tribulations that trickle down paintings

Curving on clouds that rise and drip rainbows

Forming lakes in our palms that bring eyes for wonder

Swirls entrance and capture moments soon forgotten

Moments isolated from everything impeding

Flashes that remind us and bring us closer to why