Let us remember to honor the beauty in the light and the dark, for not with one, but two, our breath and our lives are magical.
Into The Dark Depths I Float
I sit in the fall sun
Watching the rays flicker
On the wings of a bird
Whose Grace pulled
And tugged me back
To the depths of pain
A blurred vision
Through the stained glass
Of calm rage
You left imprinted on my mind
The wind whispered
Through the leaves
Shifting my breath
I gazed forward
Struck
By the whiskey trail’s inviting darkness
Hypnotized by the chatter
I walked the scars
Rinsing my hair in the blood
Of your screams through the bars
The glistening I can see from afar
I laid my head back, reaching my hand for the sky
To catch the wings of your spirit’s core
You were trekking
You were stumbling
In the vertigo markers
Where time catapulted you to a land and a space
Where there was no more
No more wind songs
No more rays of light
No more love
Feeble fate cast you to the bottom of the ocean floor
My heart floats the water’s surface
Seeing glimpses of the soul I once knew
Sometimes in the subtle pauses
I hear your laughter
Painted in ripples
On the water’s canvass
And so dear Utah, you are right
The past didn’t go anywhere, it’s right here
The tears pour out
While my deep breath creates a raft
I glide to the horizon
In ah at the colors pulling me forward
I look back to say goodbye
Noticing that the water is clam and flat
So I look forward again
There are no whats, no ifs, and no buts
Only a myriad of possibilities…
Of the kind you want to wrap around yourself
In the darkest hour
So I flew on the wings of a bird
Whose Grace brought me back to the Light.
Om Shanti Om ~ Athea
