The Measure Of A Soul's Evolution

The Measure Of A Soul's Evolution

Upon the darkened wings of sorrows storm,
which cast down shadows heinous in form,
swirls a whirlwind of souls unshorn,
flesh and bone,from whence they were torn,
with voices screaming, and yet, unheard,
lost in a world of the chaotic absurd.

And into this bedlam of mayhem and discord
came a light with arms of rowan wreathed accord
to offer solemn solace to a tempest of despair
and sanctuary's reprieve to those that would dare
to transverse the path in one single stride,
sacrificing the ego and surrendering the pride.

Cascading torrents of anguished avian fluxation,
bound in the mighty grip of anger's consternation,
denied this behest and held back the fray,
abruptly ending the possibility of a jubilant stay
to the bone weary pain and sorrow filled tears
leaving instead naught but sharp jagged fears.

Hell this twas not, nay, look now and see,
the truth that once dwelt deep within me,
beneath the facade of heavenly grace,
below the mask and behind the face,
a single being alone in disgrace
choosing the darkness, a chaos filled place.

But still that light stayed near, with its echoing call,
waiting patiently for a time when I would let go and fall,
to reach out once more its arms of accord,
and slice through the darkness with a heavenly sword.
To offer me blessings of hope through my plight,
and truth, simply sought, through azure sight,
to open the heart in time's gentle refrain,
and wash away the remnants of night's long lasting stain.

See now the measure of a soul's evolution,
even as it fights and casts up in revolution,
for hope's gentle arms stand waiting, ready at hand,
for the time when you fall, to help you to stand,
even when there seems nothing in this realm of delusion,
standing alone, in truth, is naught but illusion.
Have faith, believe, and trust in this fact,
for this truth is given in heavenly pact,
that you are never as alone as you seem,
even when you fight...even when you scream.
All you must do is to turn and to see,
the truth that resides deep within thee.

In A Single Moment

In A Single Moment

Upon a random plain, within a random time,
two sets of eyes meet, but for a moment,
a single heartbeat thrumming...
What does this stranger's eyes behold,
in gazing upon another soul?
Is it beauty, oh so tempting,
that beckons the quickening heart
into lustful quest?
Or do those mortal eyes behold
the flaws of human living?
Do they see dark circles
of tired eyes longing for reprieve?
Do they see the wrinkles,
proof of a long lived life?

And with the eyes partaking
these sights unto its own,
how will it react in kind,
to what it has come to behold?
Will it look on with empathy,
and share in another's plight?
Will it turn away quickly,
with abject disgust written
plainly across it's face?
Or will it pretend not to see at all,
under the guise of apathy's grace?

In a single moment judgment is rendered,
upon the worth of the other soul,
to stand as equals or to condescend,
to acknowledge or to turn away,
to reach out or to do nothing at all.

What will a stranger's eyes behold,
in the moment when two sets of eyes meet?
In a single moment's time alone,
the mood is set for what is yet to come.

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Sitting one day in silent repose,
contemplation at the rise,
she pondered, as she was oft to do,
that which she could not surmise.

A singular question, oh so simple,
yet still the most perplexing question one can ask,
for its query demands in answering,
the truths hidden behind every mask.

Who am I, she wondered,
questioning in reflective uncertainty,
while still a part of her held out hope,
for the advent of an epiphany.

As shadows grew long and moments passed,
deep within the quagmire of this reckoning,
she knew within herself to be true,
that none would come to call in beckoning.

There would be no moments of clarity,
offered up by celestial design,
and this she must accept with sincerity,
for to her it fell, the answers to questions she must find.

In frustration's mighty grip,
she rose up from her place of repose,
and with the simplest of words, "I am me!",
she left the rest to heaven knows.

And in that single statement,
born on anger's back,
came more truth than she realized,
out of the darkness of raven black.

For we are more than what we seem,
even when we see nothing to claim,
for each and every one of us,
is a candle lit with an eternal flame.

Speaking the words said in haste,
simple words of "I am me!",
are themselves in essence,
the beauteous truth of an epiphany.

Nevermore

Nevermore

Sorrow filled eyes, unseeing,
blindly lost in thought,
groping heedlessly in the void
for what is consigned to oblivion,
and yet, still endlessly sought.

Unseen, neglected, disregarded,
it calls in silent beckoning
to those who are left sightless
to the absolution of its tender reckoning.

It whispers in benevolence abounding,
to the world weary worn heart compounding
in tones of gentle love resounding
its voice speaks in resonance sounding,
"Nevermore!" to its mournful accounting.

But to weeping eyes that do not see
and covered ears that have yet to hear,
still it waits in humble repose,
abiding oh so near,
to the wounded heart
that cries out in vain,
in the hopes of being the salve
to its ever scorching and burning pain,
a single light unto the dark,
a gentle hand of heaven's mark,
to guide the way and illuminate the path,
out of one's own hellish wrath.

So listen well upon the score,
to the raven that cries "Nevermore!",
so that one day too you may open the door,
allowing you finally to rise up and soar.

A Place Beyond

A Place Beyond

There is a place,
between the space of a heartbeat drumming,
thump thump--
thump thump--
thump thump--
A place beyond fate's infinite reaches
and time's eternal cascade,
where single grains of sand
trickle ever downward, receding,
like an ebbing flow of liquefied crystal,
shimmering.and glistening in the light.
And in this place,
hidden from the view of prying eyes,
where mortals do not dare to tread,
and seraphic beauties of celestial wonderment
are forbidden entrance,
once -
twice -
always and evermore -
there is but one who stands
within its tender embrace.
One,
a multitude of untold score,
united in bountiful grace beyond reckoning.
And it is a place beyond imagining,
beyond perception,
beyond the kin of corporeal and ethereal alike.
It has no name.
It has no substance.
And yet, it encompasses all of creation and beyond,
touching the heart of everything that
was,is, and ever shall be.
Do you dare to tread upon
the path certain uncertainty,
with faith in hand,
to lay to rest that which is preconceived,
that which is assumed,
and that which is known,
for the space of a heartbeat which calls,
thump thump -
thump thump -
thump thump -
for it calls,
it beckons for you to rise up
and welcome its warm embrace.
And for you....
it waits eternally
until the time arrives
when you can 'see' it.

Love ~ Infinite & Unrefined

Love ~ Infinite & Unrefined

A singular emotion,
engulfing, encircling, enrapturing,
consuming ~
taking the heart from
silent quietude, in peaceful repose,
to fiery inferno's embrace,
with phoenix wings aflame at the helm,
as energy becomes kinetic
pounding down upon the walls of restraint
with willful demands for release, without censure,
and formidable force cascading
into incandescent fireworks of illumination,
clamoring in fervent appeal.

And in the space of a single heartbeat,
one pulsating strike of the drums,
walls recede and fall away,
crumbling into incoherent thoughts,
which swirl around the heart,
like dust upon the wind
never truly touching what beckons forth.

Overwhelming, this solitary emotion
overcomes and overpowers
without might of force,
for its gentle throbbing embraces,
so completely....
so totally....
as to bring angels of seraphic beauty
to their knees,
blinded in reverent tears of celestial bliss
as they stand at the apex of heaven's solemn majesty,
for it is a flood like no other,
which stays the hand of the dark,
with tidal current after tidal current,
wave after glistening wave
of pure unrefined emotion.

In the space of a moment,
it comes calling,
so listen closely,
for it knows no age,
it knows no gender,
it knows no bounds,
It is unconditional and limitless~
Infinite.

The Dawn Unseen

The Dawn Unseen

It is morning and the sun has shown itself,
gently overtaking the lingering shadows
which cling to the ground and creep along the path,
from the night before.

But still, it is bleakest winter
within the trenches of a hollowed out heart,
for no light shines down upon this face,
and no shimmer of dawn reflects in these eyes,
for the beauty of the morn is marred
and its cascading radiance shorn,
in a cloud of incandescent translucence,
trickling a path of despair,
morose in its melancholy,
down a face, shuttered and forelorned to the world.

And beside this tragic creature,
fragile and frail in figure and frame,
just beyond eyes of sightless wonder,
with vision narrowed to a single point
somewhere out in space,
sits in silent reverence,
a friend of comfort offering up love without behest.

A quiet friend, who does not speak,
offering up words that hold no truth,
nor does this friend offer up so simply
a shoulder to lean on
or a hand of tender support.
This friend sits mute,
unmoved to sight,
letting their mere presence be,
the kindest reminder,
of lonliness's illusionary grip
upon a battle scarred and wounded heart,
to say, with words unspoken, in simple terms,
"You are not alone because I am with you always,
whether you recognize me here or not. I will be here waiting,
for the time to come when you are ready."

And so they sit, together and apart,
upon the sandy shores of dawn's beauteous bequest,
in silence, save the roaring waves
churning a torrent of unuttered remorse,
as shadows recede into the dark,
and the hand of twilight is stayed till another time.