This Miracle

Kinetic
Regenesis
All at once
Rather than gradual
one-by-one
pill-taking
sort
of
half-assed rejuvenation.

Is the Miracle
within,
ie; everywhere, every-when
now?
or only in bottles
on shelves
hiding between the leaves
of dusty books
squirreled away over decades
between days on end
thinking thinking thinking
sipping some oolong or another
under the eaves
round a fountain
who's seen
better days.
In a garden
now only graced
with stacks of memories
whispered through
convoluted conversations on
the Nature of happiness
in a large city
that really isn't
sprawling
expanse
taking up more space
than any object
really can.

Is this Miracle,
this restoration
of the eyes
to themselves....
this somewhat seeming
ripping off of
the bandages of
time and sense
place and placement
location and deviation
guilt, shame, and all the rest
pulled off in one single
OUCH!
Unless,
unless,
it's done more
ploddingly
prolonging the
delusion
illusion
and confusion
for decades more
while gathering
a few additional
little volumes
promising
but not delivering
real
and actual
peace.

So this Miracle?

Will have to wait...

Until the feast of fasting
has reached its nexus
burned out its
center
and I,
I can see without
the me
that constantly
skews
strains
saps
real Vision
has let go.

This Miracle
is now.

~ Scott Patrick Schwenk 5/6/09