Unraveling Eternity


(Spring, Edvard Munch, 1889)

Unraveling Eternity

They tell me you are dying

Don’t they know? 

From the moment you took your first breath you were dying             

you knew that

The girl who saw the shadows as doorways

An opening exposing pasts that can never change

A hint of the future with multiple yous

Untapped, undiscovered, and predetermined all the same

Wondering wide-eyed into the light

Adventures only limited to the what the imagination could inspire

Feelings unraveled that were never tempered–not with you–               

anger and love equal in fervor

Where is all that now?

Now that your body is no longer the vessel of experience

Questioning the reasons; tortured by the reality of Hell…

            this process of death

I have looked upon you as a goddess–a warrior of life

A boundary breaker of a soul’s purpose

You didn’t limit your perspective

            you saw the truth in living

And now as death reaches for your grasp

You pull back not in fear, merely an instinctual recoil

Not haunted by what has been, or even what is

            but in wonder as to where you are going next?

The Matrix

(Satan Smiting Job with Sore Boils, William Blake, c1826)

The Matrix

Fierce is the storm that rises from the abyss

All must yield in its path

The weak curl; the timid falter

Only conviction of mind, strength of will, does one push through

Damaged and drained, savagery sneers 

Darkening the brilliance of Source

The depths of Hell keep coming

There is no reprieve, only openings for despair–

Moments of bliss are only deceptions of reality

Belief in the Almighty spares your spirit

But Evil’s wrath ravages your soul

A feather is no weapon against a sword

And yet, we still breathe in the rapture of existence

The Locket About Us

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The Gold Locket, Frederick Carle Frieseke, 1917-1919)

The Locket About Us

Ask me what I know

How it is that we sit here today

What I am to you, you to me

The secrets that I have kept for so long

The shrouded veil that I have lived behind

The flailing flaps offering glimpses of the past

Do you see them–the snippets of time lost?

Stirring “something” you can’t ignore

The memories locked in time

I know too much; told too many things

For which I dare not share

For which I do anyway… hidden of course

In the sketches of my mind

On display waiting to be unlocked, unraveled, interpreted

You don’t grasp it, not yet

Maybe it’s not for you to “see” until you are ready

But even then, I wonder…

Why the angels taunt us with the awakening

And so, I say, ask away

Challenge the status quo

Let your imagination ponder the existence of all humanity

Of our intertwined connection

But when you are done what does it resolve?

Life is what it is

Our choices are made

The paths walked on in other directions

And knowing doesn’t make a difference

Sanctity of Confinement

(Melancholia, Evward Munch,  1894)

Sanctity of Confinement

A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on

The wall against the danger, the protection of what you fear

Understanding what you think, knowing what you feel

Secrets I hold; burdens I carry

My judgments suspended in the in-between

(Between the dogma of man and the compassion of God)

Steady on water, keeping rhythm with the waves

Controlled and trained, faltering is no construct

Stoicism is my virtue, obedience is my duty

 

But what happens when there are fissures in the granite?

Depths exposed

The silence thundering – screaming in my head

(No one dares to look; no one hears my panicked heart)

It’s the imprisonment of my internal self

Survival is more than fear, it is predestined

What doesn’t kill me, I will mend

And I am still here, solid underneath your feet