Note to Self

Note to Self:

Transcendent longing for realization;  

Manifesting the shadow of the divine;

Rolling out of the center of the Universe;

The music of shimmering leaves;

You can almost see beyond.

We are plants who water each other;

Or not.

Events, mistaken for their source;

Confound the mystic with their apparent permanence;

Events are flashes of what is;

Or not.

Prophetic sons of thunder;

Dance to a calypso tune;

Smiling their tears.

Longing for life without storage unit baggage;

Where the great feast abides

In the quotidian;

A grand table whose price is championing

The Inner Life.

There is no other.

LEAP onto the page and back again;

Transformed into clarity;

Confusion diminished;

Or not.

©2012 Douglas Harvey