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turning ʇno ǝpısuı

The perimeter is littered with things fallen by the wayside

They can rest there  to simply suggest activities of once was

Faerie circles of a different order perhaps, but truly they are

Have you ever heard of ‘Life is Sacred’ or transmutation?

Just look and look in the looking with the eyes of I Am

How many times do I say, ‘Astounding, astounding, astounding’?

Can we spread the arc of this perimeter and find a dancing ground

In common even as we stand at times nakedly in The Commons

Unaware of what seems lost but never was, never was, never was

I place my hand near, near to your heart but only in my mind’s eye

Somehow even this touch saturates the field, touch outside of resistance

And therefore deeper than even what seeing and believing can grant

We bring what was/is split into this unseen contact  covert mending

Of rifts that once cast asunder flesh from flesh  eroding of earth

Demanding only that we become the missing element  innate intelligence

It might shock what is seen, perceived, felt, known with Presence

And this gentle but penetrating wind lays bare all coverings, the battens

Perceiver and perceived intertwined in a choreography unwrought

Venerable heart of us all  we are held in this music  synarchic tune

However raw unfinished untempered  diamond in the rough still

A diamond  facets inherent within  aware or not  as beloved we see

And yet we wrestle  fighting not what we know  but what fears

In us that loom large  truly only in our imaginations  what grace

This wrestling too a dance and reconciliation of the highest order

Stir The Pot (taste the life)

With each veil, whether opaque or transparent
There you are, such that the phenomenon
Of ‘behind’ a veil takes on a new slant.
You’ve redefined it for me in the juxtapositions
You carry, heavily, awkwardly, and some tenderly.

For ‘behind’ becomes ‘out in front,’ the evening drunkenness
Marries with the sober mess of another day
Creating one breathtaking yet somber step
In the choreography of this life, the life
You have surreptitiously invited me to witness.

Which of these veils lay, in their transparency,
Across your heart? How do you know
Your own heart when that which obscures lends
Its fashioning to nearly every breath you take?
What, in your own private ken, can take your breath away?

Why not let it be so even here, even now.
Regardless of what it could bring, what could
Be said of you, of the other. Melt, like the snows,
That brick of larder sheltered in the walk-in
Of the kitchen of your existence. Taste.

What is here. Taste. Join me in the life that is yours.
Join me in taking in the smells, the fragrances.
Yes, you may suffer immunity from those. Walk
Anew into your own life through my eyes,
Landing there in a freshness that is Timeless.

May these words beckon to you in the way
Your touch has softened something in me,
Even in your withholding. For touch is beyond
Flesh, includes flesh, is the origins of flesh,
Something more than the senses that sees, hears, and listens yet.