Alone
Y'know when you've been doing for too long,
and it feels like a month past forever?
You've followed your Path faithfully,
overcoming all adversarity,
and you stop for a rest,
just a smidge to get your bearings,
and you look around,
sniffing the sounds.
Y'know, you look ahead and over to the sides,
and nothing is as it is supposed to be,
nothing is as you were told it'd be,
so you look back the way you came,
and Confusion is the only thing you see,
as you realize you can't get
anywhere
from here, and yet,
tearfully understanding
your fragile
mortality,
relief washes you clean
paradoxically,
as you see your Soul
and hear it keen,
and, there's noplace you'd rather be,
but Lost,
far away
from anyone
or anyplace anyone has everbeen.
Y'know that feeling?
You would.
You could.
You should.
Y'know if you ever stopped
for just a moment,
for just a crack in the Universe moment,
a crack in Your verse,
a crack between Our verses,
a crack between these verses,
a crack that bares your Being
to its core,
and haunts your soul
with vicious torments,
and savory morsels of Truth,
and then,
having stopped,
for That moment,
you looked around
and for the first time
you'd see
!
the Universe,
the one that doesn't go away
even
when you don't believe in it.
Y'know if you looked around,
right now,
even here,
even now,
right here,
if you surveyed the scene
without your reasoned lies,
without your shared illusions,
without your figments,
or your fig leaves,
you'd find yourself
lost
and alone,
naked,
without an inkling
tinkling,
no longer safe in the herd,
no longer one of many,
no longer privileged
to ignore the World
as it Is,
no body to coddle you,
just you alone,
no body to suppose to,
just you alone,
no body to defend you,
just you alone
and oh so very tender,
and oh so very tasty,
mmmm,
oh so
very
tantalizing . . .
mouthwatering
to the marauders
masquerading as mates.
Y'know that feeling?
Ain't it terrifying?
But at the same time,
on the flip side,
ain't it delicious?
to ride the edge,
the evershifting
razor shard edge
of the Dreamtime crack
in Time and Space,
the tunnel between Our cozy
mindless verses
and the vast
mindful Universe
where Magick abounds
in harmonic sounds,
and Life is Wild
and chaotically styled,
where Death is refiled
as the Birth of a child . . .
. . . ahhh . . .
do it,
do it more,
do it
More,
break down,
open up,
welcome in,
cuddle Death
and live
on the crest of the Universal
Wave,
the conduit for Life,
ride the deep red Flow
to the rhythm of reverberating rumbles
where
unable to be contained
the thundering surge bursts
through
as a hundred
thousand
waves,
little mes,
little yous,
little us,
reaching for the stars
and
falling back to Earth,
laughing
in vernal pools
of Love
on bellybutton ponds
If you ever wake up,
look around
and find yourself lost and alone,
and,
deciding the undecidable,
prefer
the Terror of Truth
over
the Safety of Lie,
if then,
choosing to become
You,
One and Only,
Alone and Lost,
Small and Weak,
Frightened and Frantic,
if then,
that is what you Choose
when you stop for a Moment,
and take your Bearings,
if that,
then
There
you will find
You,
and then,
there
will be
Two Here
Alone in Wonder
for just
a
solitarily eternal,
eternally solitary,
.
.
.
fleeting
.
.
.
Moment
