Flickering flash light
sparkling florescent glitter
weaving shadowy reflections
and sounds vibrating  –

Imagine: tiny poetic dancers
movements fluttering on stucco walls
texture rubs the senses with twirling
drips of a grand illusion
fan fare and flags waving…
with no peaceful conclusion –

Yet the heart continues to pose
question after question
without clarity – the illusive peace of mind
the illusive state of being
in alignment with ones Self – or another-s…Self

The solidarity of peace and being
continually alludes someone like me
with fear of the faithless cautionary guide
skipping stones across a vast ocean
from here to there a safe haven … is too far to see

Reflection is an action
examining all the pages
our own personal story book –
like pop up characters
they willingly unfold
page one, two so on…and on and on
we reluctantly savor a perspective look…
While some images are  to difficult to hold
or look squarely head on…eyes close

Drawing on the powers that be
drawing on some ancestral Euro strength
a Pandora’s box within you and me
drawing on rumored reputation
east coast tough guy fact
lands solidly scuffed knees
hands of a beggar …fingers entwined Gods final act

Pulling images and memories
are bricks in the foundation
the foundation of ones own being
Self…posing the questions,
holding the answers
revealing more
always concealing less
casting light into the darkness
un-ringing the proverbial bell
changing the lines drawn in the sand
a distant voice
speaking clearly
decoded words of knowledge
a fine line between fate
and freedom of choice

…freedom of choice

© 2016 TrilbyYates