Epiphanic Diaries2026-08-19
It's Not My Ship
In response to these poems
The circumference is The view looking within; Focused intent ignites, And Space and Time begin!
Light flees to message The Liminal Realm, Each ray a reign from The flaming Sun's helm!
The fleetest steeds of any, Intent to answer the call; Lightning speed chasing thought, Yet never reaching the All!
All Space hosts all, as Each within expands, At the speed of Knowing, Within Truth's, Loving Hands!
The Woo pulls a Sun's reigns As a scent at steed's nose, Keeping that Sun's falling As though He just arose!
The rays speed on their way Their Sun but a distant speck; Yet in the liminal still, Is their field of total trek!
Out yon speed and, thereby time, Abides the magic of place; Where all potential is rhyme, And synchronicity, is trace!
Where circumference inheres All Sun's, at once, its center; Love, the music of its spheres And hearts, Her doors to enter!
Space expands for steeds to race, Revealing new lands of ruse; For each and every center, To exhaust Egoic abuse!
Thus, does the looking glass Shard by shard convening; Reveal that which always was, To longing shards, their meaning!
The looking glass was silvered In willful descent of gold, The glass now mirror slivered Showed Demi-gods now cold!
Void of the life of Golden Fire Caught in Gravity's tend Love wove Water, Earth and Fire To Spell the loss, with living mend!
O humble clay, the way to Home! Lead lessened metals up on High, Through every thought-ed roam, Till boundless Joy, charts the Sky!
We are a soul of the Soul: Which is universal Love, Or, a soul caught in a Thought-Storm; Caged like a Dove!
A soul is a living ray Sent from the Central Sun, Slowed to a sensed body Till thought-winding is done!
The body-wrapped light Once seamlessly closed, Befell to growth process The light never chose!
Uniqueness was plucked From solution's forays As the Light messaged on For numberless Days!
That uniqueness: an earnest, Of the Light's Wisdom Trust, That Her Home-going is sure Despite the moth, and the rust!
Cold thinking claimed the body, Its metaphor embalmed; Crowning ego in glamour, With the Real threat becalmed!
Light! Once extinguished To a lawful Day Orb, The Night spell was cast For considered absorb!
On marched the linear As the literal grew, Many swooned prey Missing only a few!
But few though they were Once Awakened within, The Metaphor shown Within Glory's new kin!
Transformed was the landscape In the instant of Love, Currents of connection Poured life from above!
The few now circumference Yea burgeoning Spheres, Embraced in their tend Those leaving their fears!
Spheres dancing mid spheres Releasing concludes, Breathe music as life From song to etudes!
Finally back in the US of A and reading the poems...
this time aloud,
which makes their truth felt, in the body,
their spell more powerful as physical resonance,
music which connects left to right brain,
leaping corpus callosum,
felt in real time,
as winced tear,
as knowing nod,
vindication of a notion from a day or two ago,
of the right action:
to still the mind,
and let the forest speak it's truth directly to me,
instead of insisting on direction,
Insisting on Will and Way,
Declaring worries simply unrequired,
And grasping as denial of truth,
Letting autumn bloom already in the imagination,
But not letting that imagination insist,
Silencing the hints of what is to come,
Replacing them with imageless welcome of what is to come,
It's not my ship,
I am but a loyal deckhand...