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Waves
I wrote this about five years ago. I touched it up today to bring it into line with the current state of my heart's affairs.
WAVES
I surf on tumbling waves
Of thought, feeling, sensation, awareness.
I know the chaos may settle soon,
But this tumult makes me feel so damned alive!
There used to be a part of me that was afraid of revealing myself.
"Be cool," it would warn me.
"Put on those fancy shades."
"Keep up the wall, and whatever you do,
Don’t open the door beyond a crack."
WELL, FUCK THAT NOISE!
In this moment there is no room to be detached,
Removed, unaffected, ironic, objective, disengaged.
A fire has been unbanked inside me,
Your breath has fanned it back to life.
My spirit begs to dance in its heart.
I yearn to be purified in those flames
(Oh god, so much!)
To feel them melt away this crust of slag
And reveal the bright, hot, running metal underneath.
Your hour has come round at last.
Straighten up, rough beast!
Don’t slouch!
It’s your birthday.
I surf on tumbling waves
Of thought, feeling, sensation, awareness.
I know the chaos may settle soon,
But this tumult makes me feel so damned alive!
There used to be a part of me that was afraid of revealing myself.
"Be cool," it would warn me.
"Put on those fancy shades."
"Keep up the wall, and whatever you do,
Don’t open the door beyond a crack."
WELL, FUCK THAT NOISE!
In this moment there is no room to be detached,
Removed, unaffected, ironic, objective, disengaged.
A fire has been unbanked inside me,
Your breath has fanned it back to life.
My spirit begs to dance in its heart.
I yearn to be purified in those flames
(Oh god, so much!)
To feel them melt away this crust of slag
And reveal the bright, hot, running metal underneath.
Your hour has come round at last.
Straighten up, rough beast!
Don’t slouch!
It’s your birthday.
It looks like I have a bit of a Sufi heart. Who know?
