sky lyric

…a voice that repeats, a message you tell yourself. over the time/days/years/moments. sometimes you hear it. sometimes you hear it again. there is never a need to panic. it can always be remembered. just as the warmth of a lover’s cheek or the scarred texture of rust scabbed iron can be returned to the body’s awareness with one thought

an idea that persists, then. a truth that awaits. a glimmer of energy burgeoning in the flex between spirit and flesh.

one day you turn. one day you stop. you finally hear that voice. one day you stop for a moment and understand what you’ve been hearing. you’ve been talking to yourself. your soul has been talking to itself. the world has been talking to itself, has been acting out its pains and triumphs and you realize it has been doing this on multiple levels. through you. and through others. and in the play between. the All is singing to itself and in that song, shaping itself, congealing, disintegrating, reforming. whispering in its own caul. tearing at its own face. pulling on its own roots. flowing from canals, misting into moonlight, shifting rock crumble down buried flower mites crawling up taking flight shimmering wings orbiting clouds of volcanic dust, and always in all ways in flux and everything rising and everything falling just where it must.

in that message you were sent is this reminder. this view just a few degrees wider. this look back over your shoulder. this glimpse over the barbed wire fence on the border. this bird’s eye shot of the cool azul natural unperturbed order.

and then you forget!

or walk a step further and turn the corner. our output and flow is in demand so we swivel and the ink gets mixed into paint into pixels and it’s every day being rearranged on a brand new page and we flex our old roles at every twist of the earthly morbius strip like molecules doing the twist on a cosmic stage, jumping shells, orbiting and absorbing and radiating and repeating and revolving and repelling and retreating and speeding up and bringing properties and seeking anomalies and finding sources of energy and playing our blessed universe games shouting,
laughing,
singing,
crying,
pleading,
yelling,
whispering,
requesting,
reminding
and
returning
to this voice…