Dropping into Blood

It may come
Like a wake up call
In the middle of a peaceful dream in the middle of a stormy night, a curious, new feeling

Dropped into blood.

It may come
Burning down the tracks
through the middle of your life
Wearing neither a smile
Or a scoff.

It could be the unknown
Rustling in the corner
Of the forest.

Something unseen
Dropping into blood.

It may tear through your anxiety
Like a welcomed friend
Who you haven't seen since
Childhood.

It might speak to your
Mind in such a way
That all the season's shine
Or break free all at once.

It could fall like the tapping rain
Against the deadly
burn spot that is bubbling up 32 years of white fury in the center of your wounded complex.

It may glide across the trees
Like a robin
You used to know
Still dropping strong
Into blood.

A robin that never dies
Effortlessly swooping down
and flying into blood.

It maybe a whipped up storm
That you enjoyed to watch from afar. Maybe you got up from the front porch chair to go and play in it to see if you'd survive, or just to experience
Amazing effects of awe
Expressed by Mother Nature.

Maybe she danced in your blood and turned questions into
Keys-

Now you know how to open the door to a part of yourself
More precious than the heaviest gold.

Deep
longings
Turn
into
Buzzing
Puzzles

Dropping freely into blood.

Maybe the mist hung around
The treetops nourishing
That black burn on your evergreen arm with tender sprays of care.

Maybe you didn't forget the majesty.

Maybe the song of life is always singing to your heart.

Your heart could sing back.

Shaped by the wolves who
Howl in the lonely winds.

There is the light of your soul that is still the purest, freest
Thing in the entire universe.

Don't forget about that.

It lies waiting
To show you

How to be perfect.

Because deep down
That is who we are.

We are the golden angels

Who dropped into different blood.

All you have to do is believe in that.

Forget all about judging yourself

Dawn could rise over the best night of your entire life
And still not compare
To this feeling waking up coastal towns
Like a fog horn in the distant ocean fog

Reminding you of something else.

It could glow up your spine

And tingle your head
As if God is putting on your halo for you.

It may hide from you
Until you start asking
For assistance and assurance.

It may make your hands turn warm

And your heart race and burn
The fields with lightning.

There could be a new fire waiting to spark up and rise
Over the air waves
So the whole world knows about how deep your love goes

Heaven may weep at such beauty.

A quest for truth may send you
Into other realms of yourself
You could have been blind to,
Hiding somewhere on the unconscious level.

You could read something
On a page
That moves you so much
Just the mere act of reading it changes you in a time when you needed it.

One line of serious truth

Dropping into blood
And entering the heart

My God, how do you do this like that in such a way to keep me burning for 3 years by such a simple display of elegant words.

I'll never be the same.

Your spectacular quest for truth brought me home after 25 years in the Life storm.

Nobody knew what I was going through, but some stranger whose been dead for 300 years knew exactly how I felt and who landed right in my lap when I was calling out with howling wolves in the lonely wind, calling out with all my heart

only I knew about it
and now a new feeling burns, dropping heavy into blood
To make me question and see life in a entire new way.

We are much more than what we think we are.

More connected than we ever thought to everything that ever existed.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around that infinite concept.

At least now
My door is open
And I'm not such an a*s hole anymore.