From an Insomniac's Dream (VI) - Communion
Of rain, sea, wind
and rock
Nature’s elements
gone wild
A blessing or a curse
to observe
Their
might and mystery?
And yet, only
gratitude, that I’m alive!
But there’s more…
A magnetism
An attraction within
to the storm without
Shall
I embrace thee?
Stripped to my bare
skin
Drenched to the bone
Shall
I walk into thine storm’s eye?
Then stand still,
very still
Slam dunk in the
middle
Just feel and be
Accept chaos without
to get to peace within
Shall we merge tonight, my love?
Nature and I,
conjugal rite
A divine oneness, a
solo journey
Of darkness unto
light
My soul’s union
Of communion.
And
that said, esoterica from an insomniac’s dream must come to an end
Like
the wave front comes to an end at the shore,
No
matter how calm or agitated ocean or land may appear.
Where
does boundary of self end and stars begin? Shams asked.
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