I lost my heart
to a tempest of simplicity,
and once I was caught
beyond my will and desire
to escape such an odd manifestational paradox,
I realized that there was no tempest before me,
but only the vivacious rippling and vibrational energy
of contact, melding, and attempted integration
of two existences
which are so oft
catastrophically cleaved from one another;
between a soul of heaven and a world of unknowing flesh;
between crucifixion by the many, knowingly or not,
for the grace shown and proffered by the one;
between an attempted revival enacted by empathy and faith upon apathy and despair;
between the primordial forces of chaotic entropy and the stable orchestrations of synergistic and harmonious union.
It wasn’t a tempest at all
but the orbiting gates of heaven spinning, swirling, and dancing upon the earth.
within that skin and those bones,
it was a fragment of heaven itself,
grace undulating incarnate.
An aspect of an essence, I now knew that I had always belonged to as well.
There was no fleeing from its path,
no attempted escape,
there needn’t be,
because there was no fear.
There was only a desire to join with it in a yin and yang of the most joyful appreciation imaginable;
to love it for the simple and pure sake of knowing that it also loved freely, respectfully, and without abandon, anything capable of such energy and attention.
my appreciation and desire,
my compulsive joy and laughter,
had once again,
been simply called home to union with my tribe,
to the inclusive energy and bond of heaven’s blessing and it’s amazingly profound grace.