Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Nova Scotia 2003: In All Our Parts Exists Our Soul

The beauty of our what once was,
is still, alive under a rock
buried in full view
moving under our grass once lifted
away from our surface full of dirt
to where our heat rises
from the center of our core.

We extend,
warmth from our gravity into our heart,
courageously seeking to be lifted,
just beyond the surface of illusion.

Moved, fragrant grace and gratitude in motion are stilled 
by scented waterweeds, dampen hair and wood milled -
from balsams of broken boats swung around in the wind until,
all dance, in circles and cedar drums beat the air sacred-filled.

Global sounds, guttural chants spoken –
lungs vibrate, pumping inspiration –
our bodies sigh, leaping the cauterized into motion -
imagine your self as the picture of beauty, in total.

This mystery, life, is transparent light attuning,
spun-woven to float corduroy shadows reflecting -
the silk-lined clothing of our woolen-textured nothings -
musically connected our notes attach to everything -
symphonic moments plucked, our heartstrings loosen.

Dusty mattresses lay with our dreams never woken,
bedsprings rust from fatigued imaginations frozen,
our body's door frame is toppled tree trunks shorn –
in time, all of our somethings frame our gilted surfaces golden.

We are seen through sight, sound, smell, taste and touch.
We exist in the spiritual flight of leaves and waters’ suspended drops.
We are alive in the emotional stones skipped and lightening bugs’ blinks.

So life does not decay, our physical nature pumps time -
so love creates from within, our mental heart flows.
Our process is our purpose, and our path in our journey.
In all our parts exists our whole, in all our parts exists our soul.


~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime after 1883 Napoleon Hill said;
“Cherish your visions and your dreams 
as they are the children of your Soul,
the blueprints of your ultimate accomplishments.”