of form left behind
scattered in my mind
out of place
just a face of the task at hand
and the wilderness is free
it beckons me
leaps out at me when I try to stand
it's been so long since my feet
have touched land
and the beasts they form
a circle around me
praying for me
at first I am afraid and I fail to see
but gradually I am allowed in
to see the light
I'm wallowing in
and I make love to the leopards
of my own making
touch tongue to the gentle
awakening
healing taking place between
this world and this scream
that opens the door...
in this valley, in this forge...
and how high can I fly
when my spirit is untethered
my feathers bending with the wind
as I am gathered in by the hands of the one.
I am cradled and gently laying stable
upon this shaking ground
this haven I have found
and dwelt upon till now.
But I remake myself
I trace the fake parts of this hell
and make them new
I make them true
I dance with them
until they are no longer blue
I am taking this shadow
and teaching it form
without walls
pure storm
I let it gently cascade over me
as my body bathes
in the breeze
of spirit passing over me...
outside the seams
awakened to the in-betweens...
to return once more to sanity...~