Rolling dice
In Maya’s weave
A cinematic
Pixelated
Variegated
Chutes and Ladders,
Snakes and Ladders,
A rose by any other name,
She’ll meet you
Where you are
A perfect match
To occupy and
Satisfy.
As long as there is
A drive
A need
A thirst.
Yearning for more
Settling for less
Debting and debting and
Debting,
He forgets;
The light of a thousand Suns,
Endless Grace,
The True Face.
After countless
Climbs and slides
Some ancient
Memory arrives
Niggling
Twisting
Poking
Nudging you Alive.
Remember
Remember
Remember
She chides.
And vanishes once more,
Obscured by mind’s
Incessant absorption
On the surface of things.
Until you see
It’s you,
You see…
Shaping,
Forming
These infinite particles of light
Through words and
Sounds
Meanings lost and
Excitedly found.
Wheat-free
Breadcrumbs
Left behind
Shrapnel of trembling hands
Extensions of a Heart
Still questioning
As the tsunami of compassion
Tenderizes,
Breaks up the fascia
From centuries lived like Narcissus
Bent over
Fixated on the meaning in reflections,
Startled,
Jarred,
Shocked awake…
Back to the
Departure,
The trailhead
At the Center.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2011 Scott Patrick Schwenk 3/20/11
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