Soul Collapse

 

Could a leaf move you, dearest; push you to breathe with a winds swift embrace; pry your Third Eye to open as if the world depended on it? The Tree of Love is in it. Could the Highest be beyond God? Mind boggling. Right Now.

 

How much more should I push, and probe, and pry, to wake you?

 

I wonder, in a deeply rooted amazement of Immanence, and boldly use it as a steppingstone for your soul. I watch you, daily, spring open with a child's imagination, yet you stop as if your feet lost you on the way. You fall to your knees, grey and wary, before entering the glorious moment of breathtaking Awareness.

 

I sigh.

 

That a Soul can collapse so instinctively; a fairy dance stop so abruptly. What happened that sucked your Life out of you, right before my eyes? There must surely be demons at play in your Mind. Fear suffocating. Fear blinding. A lingering Belief in Sin?

 

Should I shake you to Acknowledgement, that Immanence answers your Call? You find what you Seek, wherever you Seek it. You Own it, Love. You Are it.

 

You just need to learn to Master your own Creation.

Reviews

[Kyler Thomann]

Damn. Thats some strong language. I get a sense of celestial language throughout this. I love "I sigh" holds the poem together so well. The mysteries beyond the poem are capsized by those two words.