Triangle Upon Triangle

thought to extemporise an idea

felt here and there

balanced more intrinsically than obvious

awakening to blindfolded, nothing

ever seen before but understood

communicants rather than participants

evolutionary rather than stagnant

recognition rather of nothingness

shared

universality in Hubble moments

floating the grounded

elevating the rooted

archetypes vanished

in splendour, a vacancy,

void broken at apex,

triangle upon triangle,

widening from the narrow,

closing behind widest

to be breached again,

triangle upon triangle,

overlapping base to

next head

forward filling,

sided similarly

crossing, criss-crossing,

exploring divergence

new awareness

awakened

 

Dream Seeker

A few comments back and forth with Richardankerswrites about forgetfulness and who we are and I was mulling over how we change and if we even know ourselves any more. Just a few thoughts.

I don’t know

What you want me

To do,

Or be.

I can only be me.

Is that no longer

Enough?

Maybe

It never was,

Never known

Until now

When expectations

Thwart desire

And desire turns

To dreaming

In life’s

Possibilities.

Who am I?

A dream seeker.

 

 

Illusory

Elusive,

Illusory,

Merely

Suggestion.

Absent body,

Facial expression

To know.

Smatterings,

Glimpsed thoughts,

Ideas,

As little

Or much

We choose

To show.

 

Painstakingly

Heartfelt

Revelations,

Profound,

Simplistic,

Unrealised

Observations.

Read,

Reread,

Unread,

Poured oil

Pored over.

Understanding

Or incomprehension.

Sensual Awakening

Sensual awakening

Occurs.

Fingers roam lightly to explore caves of darkness,

Unseen except in meanderings

Of thought

And phrase.

Eyes burn into darkness,

Illuminating souls

And sweetened goals.

Tastes of molten liquid fire

Imagination

And scented cores seek

Investigation.

Senses all invoked thus

We feel our journey’s way,

Listening to heated breaths

That cause limbs and hearts to sway.

Do You Understand?

Do you understand

My sensual wanting

Do you see and view

My need

Does captivity

Of feeling

Assuage

An endless

Aching need

Does nurture play a part

In who

Created thus I am

Or is nature

More

Determined to

Lay claim

To This

Alarm

It causes

To so many

Who can

Or cannot

Understand

Senses

All enveloped

Explored

To be

All that

I am