There is a churning, a tide
Within and without.
Embrace it, or escape it,
A liminal space – a crossroads of sorts.
Black on charcoal gray wash
Speckled with dull red, white and turquoise.
Gaseous, nebulous, haze whirls around me
Blurring my vision
Continuing to grasp, to grab at something,
The futility of it all makes me smile,
Will write more when I reach somewhere…
I am somewhere, between now and here,
Between two insignificant specks of time
Suspended, it’s difficult to move
Or maybe it’s slow motion,
A defining moment in the grand reel of life
Walking, walking eternally
Down unknown paths and winding ways
The brush is the meat cleaver, the blood is paint
All is lost, all gained
The words are simple, the thoughts complex
Are you following me?
Follow me, little one
The carnival is beginning
Synthesis – we move ahead
A circular line, spiraling
Similar yet never the same
The dichotomy and the balance
Illusions surrounding me
Absolute black turns to blinding white light
The Heroes disappear,
The frayed ends of sanity dissolve.
Such is the fate of the world,
Our feet will always tread on the spit of others.
Thoughts strung together,
A series of images, a thousand words
Multiplying, branching out
Implode in my head
Milestones in eternity
Sprouting from a seed of thought
These thoughts and words and images
Need freedom, from me and themselves,
Taking root and breaking free
The seed becomes the Bodhi tree
Salvation comes as time goes by
I’m following the fool’s path
Are you following me still?