Polarized spinning awareness
thoughts and feelings of all believing
pulling and pushing from all sides reaching
pinned to the earth
and to the sky flying
Longing listening for freedom, peace, or some other some thing
to exist life creating a living sculpture being
from the every thing no thing of our communal, my own awareness only
while the music falls from the source freely seeing
that deafening presence not forgetting
Connecting all worlds in our heart some how
the way in is not to be found to allow
we are the way, the way is how and why
a knife can’t cut itself, pilgrim
opening and breaking and closed off
to the outside inside
searching for a root or a wing or a dream, then
Giving up on the spinning wheels thinking
that are falling all around singing
just forget it all, just being,
they come.
I Am.
