Night Ramblings

My  muse has turned prophet

and has me spinning allegorical prose.

Could this be the Divine's way

of guiding his seeker?

 

Far be it from me to turn away

from these subtle ponderings.

I sleep lightly now

expecting to be awakened with premonition.

 

I sighed last night

and a bird sang.

I laughed

joyful as a child's cry.

 

Drawn to trees,

I am their heavy limbs.

Seduced by ocean,

I am the coming storm.

 

I used to be the temperate bay,

calm and forgiving.

Now the tides pull and push me

and my throat is thick with dread.

 

And yet, I've been here .

This place of echoes and mirrors.

It's weightlessness feels familiar.

 

There is the strangest feeling

that I am being emptied

so that I can be filled anew.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

" I am the coming storm" created an image I don't think you intended, but was apropos none the less.
: )

Alan Watts once said life is just god playing hide and seek with himself, your first verse made me think of that.

I like the way this moves, the water analogies are interesting, it's funny how they always creep in.

You are being emptied to be emptied, you don't need to be filled ( in the non- Freudian sense of course)

Nice work Red
Namaste'
Tim

[Brette Medb]

Wow. I really, really liked this. It was melodic and deep and soul moving. The beginning didn't quite catch my full attention but the further I read the more I was drawn into your words. From the middle to the end you had me captivated. Brilliant write!


Brette