Sunday, May 9, 2010

parts and pieces

who is that knocking at my door?
just the wind and nothing more
Scintillating auras shine and glisten
i can smell it, i can feel it, here just listen.

Its all around me, in the air and in the trees
Its in my lungs. I love it every time i breathe
In my blood and in my vision
So with a steady hand, i start my incision

Cutting quickly to the essence of it all
pressing my sharpened tool with skill and intuit
calmly now accepting it all
am i allowed to cry? if i stumble, can i fall?

What is holy and whats holistic?
bread of my body wine of my mind
enter me and cleanse, disperse the intrinsic
i think i will find
primordial confidence and fallow and enjoy

Opaque white preludes the night, but without fright
no fear here, nothing here
look where i touch, with two fingers clutched
my hand on my pulse

aiming my bow
and ready to go
headlong with out doubt
with pure sight
and indiscriminate might

see this is SUNSET
this is the great setting sun of the west
and this is my heart
on the beach
just out of reach
of the rays that fall
two inches short or tall

i breathe and im lost now
so lost somehow

all the pieces are interlocking
the world is revolving
and parts and pieces are sliding and clicking
with seamless purpose and sublime grace
they make way by some plan
by some intent
long before im conscious of their agenda

i think of a key, the last piece to the puzzle
the light ive possessed, despite hardship or struggle
this the key to the revolving world
to this rotating scene
and here i sit in the center
complete and serene

-joshua and jessica carter

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