"...Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on..."
Stairway to Heaven, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page
Paths have a way of appearing
and disappearing before our eyes.
Our work is to stay awake
just long enough to see
beneath sight, to realize
we have always been given
at least two paths to go by.
As if by magic incantation,
the words scribe from keys
round and strident: two paths,
you choose. And then the choice,
to remain frozen to solid ground
or, the bolder, to feel feet lift
toward the heavens, as heartbeats
skip, dance and sing a new tune
at being given the chance to divine,
to initiate action, to move forward,
no matter which path chosen,
a finite knowing that there are
no paths mistaken; for each
is success awaiting.
Impossibly, I witnessed
you unfolding as true
as a blossom on the vine.
Petal by petal you revealed
wholly new facets and colors
of your awakened self.
Standing still, you literally
danced between each ecstatic
atom, delighted at your own
Impossibly, though you appear
in every way as an Angel,
you are real, no mere apparition
before me, only a human
expressing her Divinity, revealed.
(photo ©Matt Molloy)
Once was a time,
when moments danced
in the sky, assured
of never running out.
Then came the counting
days, one by one.
Yet now he looked around
to see if anyone else
saw what he saw,
numbers spinning on a dial
like a metronome keeping
rhythm to the collapse
I arise at the hour of the monks;
all is still, as silence pure enfolds.
I listen to the sound of no sound.
I find within me no person,
no body, no mind. I have come
to the place of constant
unknowing, the sweetest locale
of nothing. In this place air, water,
fire, breath all share the same taste
of OM, the sound of the Divine
breathing existence into being.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.