Grace

Grace

Do you hear the little bell tinkle,

They are bringing the sacraments to a dying Love.

Hearing?

Those who have ears,

Do you even listen?--passively?

Resignedly I sink,

Slinking away

From undulating rhetoric.

Fearful of a fate far worse then death

I must communicate

What is in the Word?

I speak

But what is said

Is often unspoken

Softly

A poetry of motion

Talks to me in action

Our interaction dictates the vision of our lives

To Others--

Indecision

Pain gives way to numbness

Solitary body contributing to a communal whole

Cell-membrane--a cog in the wheel

For I am not “of” the wheel

But “in” the wheel

A Being amongst beings

Beast amongst beasts

King amongst kings

Duality gives way to plurality

The multitude of sins

Oh to miss the mark

Ha matria--

I--taken
Takers--why do you take?

Destroyer--

Denying the sustenance of life to maintain--

For what purpose?

Survival of the fittest…

What purpose is Being made

In the meaning-- a momentary pause

Incondusive with the opaque body of mind--

Boggling puzzles

Patterns

Not impressed!

Not transparent are we

The onion-like----ever-peeling

The layers of our existence

Back for others to see

A reality

A perspective

Not too significant

But not insignificant on the same.

 

I have a vision--minute

The acquiescence of a life unfurled

Experience

How is the contingency of life conducive

With

Stillness… stilly…still?

A pneuma persists

But only in a series of ever-fleeting seconds

A comfort to change.

Introspectively this intuitive-feeler cries

Red-blood tear drops of a sadness

The dying--died--unheard.

Cognitions of consciousness

Complications beyond the grave

Phallic is the city I came from

A place of misplaced concreteness

Little did I know the wisdom of returning

To an impotent location

A time and place

So long since forgotten…

Home…

Like a movie--I record

The intercourse of discourse…

Of course…

Incongruent

Is the memorization process of the flawed and bias

 

A camera is placed where we “want” it

Not where the world “needs” it--

Where it belongs--

Not tossed or thrown

Not balancing on a tide

Of indecision--

Rather deliberate

Literal but emotive

Is the man of letters--

So fraught is he with details--

A conglomeration of

That which impacts

All and Self and Others

No more significant

Then a speck on the face of the

Universe.

There are no Universal truths 

                                                             But… I Love.