“Chakra”

We tread through moments of being
wade through experiences of then,
now and what could be
each intrepid explorers
along the paths of the thoughts of
god

Authors of experience...
Certainly victims as well.

Staking out the territory of reality
Recording the essence of us.
Directions north, south, east and
west,
up, down and in between

We as missionaries from the known,
tread the timeline along mother
earth...
Blissfully unaware voyagers
pursuing what is, but unknown.

Author and victim,
Hero and fool...
we've chosen this place.
We accept this “time”.

In quest for growth,
through sacrifice of life,
we are both...
Redeemer and destroyer,
lover and hate
and yet...One.

Only will and perception
knows the difference.
Only I and We...
separating all that is,

from All that could Be.

She lays beneath the grass
and runs down hills and valleys.

Whispers through the morning hours,
...tumbles laughing through many beds...

Within her dark and mysterious depths
on can find answers, beauty,
and death.

She winks at the sun a thousand times a moment -
and silver stairs to the moon
rest upon her chest

She can be powerful when withheld or taunted...
but to get her way
she prefers to wait.

Her silent pleas roll down
across the land and wear mountains to sand...

Her faces are a myriad
Once from haze and humid heat
to cold and biting frost.

All that know her need her
and all that live her love her
She is eternal and without end...
and cannot be quenched.

A star settling to earth
sacrificing almost all to walk through
dew dappled grass.
 
Her brilliance contained-
but not extinguished,
she proceeds forward in life to
wear away her oh so human scars
 
and always the Light remains.
 
Over years, past heartache, beyond fear
she moves with the stumbling grace of a
babe just learning to walk...
 
following the calling.
 
Over hills, beneath the willows,
content in the sense of their embrace.
Where she goes, only she truly knows...
 
Some, privileged to know her deeply
see the starshine within.
Some, listening closely, hear the call of the divine soul
 
A few, sensing her higher path, walk beside.
nudging her side, holding her hand and laughing
in response to her joy.
 
How does one hold a soul?
How to see without...from within?
Some know...a precious few...
 
And so they walk, hand in hand
across the fields and streams,
climbing forever towards the heavens
to a destiny of One.