Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Tumultuous Finale (Do You Remember the Falling)

Do you remember the falling?
Did you drift down like an Autumn leaf,
Or did you crash like a stone?
The unknown -  chiseled idol, disbelief.

Do remember the calling?
It hearkened to you when you craved.
A soft whisper became a scream,
You then dreamed - and rode the midnight wave

Do you remember the crawling,
When the sun exploded in the valley?
It reached in every crevice and pit.
Light 'n dark split - a Tumultuous Finale.

I remember the falling.
Scars left by the singe of tears.
Surreal hopes fell to the earth,
To the dirt - seeds of hope to rear.

I remember the calling.
I tried to escape it for so long.
Its shadow loomed over each step,
In each breath - I sang a defiant song.

I remember the crawling.
The winsome despair in that dust.
Resurrected in realization;
Continuation -  the divine wind gusts.

Let us face the appalling -
Together our spirits can dispel the wrath.
Let the flame of Love feast upon the dark;
Disembark - the crystal sea; stars make clear
our path.

by SRC

Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Sundry Beacon

I stare into the night,
I see -
Billions of souls in flight;
A sea, the stars - a storm.

I meditate on a light,
I bleed  -
Uncongealed, the inner sight.
A seed, a dream - born.

Somewhere amidst illumination.
In a prism of flames, a guiding torch.
I followed a firefly of grace and comport.
Awakening, scorched by provocation,
An unparalleled force.
I become a sundry beacon, that sets alight the course.

Under the gazing sun
I read
The unwanted signs we shun,
Yet need, we cry - torn.

Amidst the herd we run,
So blind,
Or arrogant - undone.
The time? it flees - stillborn.

The giving of dead ground, lost destination.
A prison of games, that puts limits on all things.
A false idea as old as queens and kings.
Dictated reality, a blight of imagination.
Past 'n present form not a ring,
But a streak of  fuel - ignite, racing, exploding - beginning.
by SRC