Becoming

i am becoming.
i feel it in my dreams
where there are no problems
worth solving
no mysteries
worth questioning.
thinking is the enemy here
disguising the true light within.

i'm searching for a dream
where surrounded by pink petals
fractured mirrors at my feet
i see the all
in a blind man's first vision.

all my senses are heightened.
"keep on keeping on" you whisper
in that voice i've grown to love
and i laugh at the colloquial phrase.

your eyes still kind,
your words encouraging
i realize it doesnt' matter
whether my light emanates
from the sun or the moon.

so i sit in my silent afternoon
blackbird to my east
seagull to my west
and i finally know my poverty
as intimately as i know my riches.

through my wanderings
i have found my vast wilderness
and in its emptiness i am full.
there are no rains
which bear no clearings.

when i ache
i am both beauty and pain
in these daily colors
there are no divisions,
no separations to repair

i know now
why i am drawn to the sea
why the trees speak to me
in branches bare
and why i find the roots
more beautiful than the flowers.

you are there.
in every bit of nature
each tear
every moment of synchronicity.

i am who i need to be
in this space of now
and i am still...

becoming.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

Perfect
: ))