Soul In Motion

S i l e n c e no sighs or violence stillness absolute not a breeze whispering through complaisant pine nor gently folding lap on rocky shore lonely hawk’s absent plea cheats the cool night air and cricket chirp choir rests voiceless ear grasping the nothingness (loudest sound never heard) to be motionless noiseless loud as running sap or ant scurrying eardrums crying for lack of a drummer once silence is heard the beat the melody the rhythm the tone it leaves its impression forever (the trees will know you then) Corsair   right in this pain, I write in this darkness, I write (yet, somehow, in so many ways I’m attracted to the darkness) in this room, I write in this precarious state of mind I write where—who—what would I be if I couldn’t write? this scribbled raw clarity inside blind desert lost cramped trampled thoughts and emotions breathe free on paper   the greatest feeling the greatest feeling is to be a part of something much bigger than myself something good creative positive up-lifting something involving much effort and energy creating bonds between people and places transforming me into an indispensible component calling out my abilities exposing my talents to be a part of bringing life back to the lives of those beyond this skin exhilarates me let it happen let me play a part a lead among many leads Lord, give me, this day, my daily bread my purpose my identity   butterfly blind spot since beginning days butterfly has strained in vain to see its wings velvet Picasso banners that defy endless breeze and gust and risk pummeling hail and deafening downpours butterfly’s inner-image being merely of a wacky barn-storming crop duster seemingly lost fluttering frivolously in fields of green unaware of the gifts on its back never realizing its beauty and simple grandeur but merely experiencing functionality butterfly is incomplete because it can only see what it can do and not the beauty of what it is not able to twist and experience the brilliance and majesty that go far beyond flight and into a pageantry of presentation herein lies the dilemma of the butterfly blind spot think for a moment . . . . . . how many “butterflies” have floated in and out of your life unnoticed and unsung? never informed by you of their magnificent spectrum banners waving proudly while you watched and enjoyed vaguely knowing they couldn’t see them for themselves who are your unknowing butterflies and what keeps you from sharing their secrets of hidden winged glory with them? an insight that could possibly transform them from half to whole may I take a moment to describe your wings to you? would you believe me if I described to you their intricate wonders? what lives could we change if we only took a little time to expose the butterfly blind spots of those around us and help them to become truly free?   what does it mean in these days of hurry and often-glaring rudeness what does it mean to have family to share LIFE with? it means that no one goes hungry in the heart no one goes thirsty from an unfed mind no roofless tenants shiver in the soul and no one abides in broken down shacks of withered personality I love being loved by the ones I love and I love loving those I treasure so dearly it’s as though God has matched us all up to be there for each other in ever-special ways I see it as a poignant and fruitful notion that it was all supposed to be this way somehow that family is meant to be something special and even when separated we’re only a heartbeat away isn’t it amazing the feelings realigned the time melted away and the hope renewed like a running stream when we get together and see eye to eye once again? God bless the family that never forgets the gift given in a smile, a hug, a kiss the Presence offered and received whenever we as family come around the bend once more