Pictures like memories
I feel them all too well – my own and others
bound to the notion of our brother of constancy,
and how he refines the path.
So far have I gone to grab hold of who I have been
-taken me beyond the vale
through more refined psychic phases
and old, familiar alternative realities
Into the land of dreams
so deep that this realm pales in comparison
Into self-mastery and a multitude of levels of consciousness
and ever present among the endless black sea
that return brought me devastation and disbelief
that there were children here who don’t remember
the most ancient pathways.
Back into a wave of distress
peers deeming me among the new
at these ancient arts
And forgetful as I am – so easily offended
Remembering where I’ve been
like all shifts,
led to a consciousness adjustment
and despite how down-to-earth
still swept in the frenzy of a persona
defined by conscious experiences
which defy an Earthly existence
Here and there, caught in an undertow
soulfully pushing daisies
barely able to rise by morn,
old and unable to relate to the concerns of the mundane.
A higher purpose calls from below
Soft, soothing earth
yet frozen by the cold she leaves me in Paralysis
as this aura breaks down
conducting lightning from all sources.
Dangerous concerns mended and rocky friendships made right
enough to reveal those who remain true and noble
and expose all else
but time has come to revive these roots
and return to ways which were innate – moving forward
on this path of mine.