discarding the slippers to reach the full moon

[mtmynd]

discarding the slippers to reach the full moon

corridors of blushed recollections
paled to a squint with eyes piercing
the only light from a candle's stub
held eye-level casting a suspicious
shadow upon crying walls -
tears from ages of neglect

enclosed within its own dungeon
the heart could easily be heard
were it not for the mind churning
cinematic madness of distorted views,
volume cranked higher than nimbus
becoming but a slave to the self

the mind has taken complete control
taken us places that we've never seen
places which enlarged our world
solidifying contact with humanity
their arts, their words,
their music, their lives

but as gautama - so did ourself,
mind could not answer all
mind is built upon what it
has accumulated thru travel
in body, in mind, in spirit,
accumulation of our expansions
made heavy with the senses:
the holy five sensualities
demanding their needs
fulfilling their destiny
thru our ability to set free
and accept all that there is
thru the challenges of choice

the good becomes bad
the bad becomes good
and the journey of both
is the dance of the universe -
arm in arm the dualities waltz
the dance floor of the ethers
music of orchestra cosmosia
spinning in compositional precision

M A E S T R O !

if we come to know eternity
what is that - that knows?

[hester_prynne]

Cec, this is chock full of beauty and peacefulness.
Took me to an intensity of place that I have missed very much these last few trying months.

A fantastic piece, to be read many times, for so much is there to see and feel.

Bravo
H

[mtmynd]

Thanks, Hes'! Keep that smile on... it looks good on you.