To the Shores of Knowing...

I’m ripped open

torn up

raw

and bleeding

A crimson deluge

Of emotions

pouring into a sea

of Unknowing

*

I thought I knew

who I was -

Who I can be,

but I’m gone,

lost -

Again.

*

Uncharted waters

roar before me -

as always, it seems

Will I forever plunder

aimlessly,

navigating the muddy waters

of Obscurity?

*

Sometimes,

I make it…

grasping,

clambering,

dragging myself,

safely

onto the surety of

unshakeable shores,

anchored in Knowing -

feeling balmy breezes

soothe my tattered skin,

but it all seems so

fleeting…

*

Still.

*

Even if it’s

for just

but a mere Moment

in Time,

feeling the soundness

of the earth beneath

my weary body,

grounding me,

rooting me

to the womb

of Life,

I feel as if

I’m a speck of

The All,

corded to the Earth

like a famished fetus,

my heart pounding

to the

primal beat

of her Core,

Her essence…

sweeping through me,

nourishing each cell,

breathing vital winds

into my amorphous lungs.

*

In that momentary

gasp

of Eternity…

*

I know who I am.

*

On these unfailing shores

of Knowing,

I look up,

with bloodshot eyes,

still gritty with the

arid harshness

of salty seas.

I seek the Light,

and I find it -

but its sheer

brilliance -

splendid to those

used to luminescence -

blinds me.

*

But if I stand

in stillness long enough,

if I remain immovable,

a statue,

frozen within the realm

of Fixed Time,

the Light grows.

It leisurely, yet

assuredly

seeps into

my Center of Being,

igniting a

worn and withered

candle,

its long-extinguished wick,

buried beneath

melted wax,

brittle and cracked

from eons of

sitting on the shelf

of Dusty Darkness.

*

Still, the Light

burrows…

exposing the viability

of the wick,

and with a tender

flick of fiery fingers,

it sparks…

*

and I am

reborn

within

The Blaze

of…

*

Purpose.

*

….

I’m ripped open

torn up

raw

and bleeding

A crimson deluge

Of emotions

pouring into a sea

of Unknowing

*

I remain

Shattered,

A Splintered Ship,

Adrift

in the Vapid Sea

of Forgetfulness.

*

I long for The Day

when I

once again

crash upon

the steady shores

of Knowing.

I ache to feel

the life-giving comfort

of terra beneath my

cracked and trembling

feet…

*

Where the wreckage that

is Me

rediscovers the treasure

of Illumination,

feeling its soothingly

intentional

touch

once more…