I must remember
‘midst the gnashing and fear
in the shadows of this world
that it is all love flexing
light waves dancing
presenting a gift of life
as I am
immersed in It
a part, a teeny tiny
infinitesimal part of All
Oh! The joy in that!
Walking down a new street
a bit timid, still moving feet
When big blackbirds, crows I think
came diving at my head, crawking and squawking
putting up a stink
Fear came and roosted
in my screaming countenance
waving arms and hands around my head
doing the scaredy-cat dance
Until I turned around
and chose a different street instead
He wore his dreams
like a cape of courage
Woven of conscious construct
from the fabric gifted
as visions from guidance
He walked with his head up high
through trepidation and every old story
told in whispered breath
by ghostly voices of the past
Thus, he sang his soul’s song…
The sun reflected off a window
peeked in a different direction
this morning…
Soul-searching question
arose like a fist
“Did the world switch
directions as I slept?”
The reflection of Love is fear
We can simply recognize Source in all