click
click
click
click
click, click, click
a symphony of freedom
unlocked in sequential simultaneity
it’s now the morning after mourning
and I still hear the sirens warning
the plan I plan may go awry
that continuity I cry
this day may be the same again
and leave me hanging on to when…
but suddenly
on bended knee
and without any urgency
I am completely free to flee
not even flee
but walk to thee
at first I hear the ringing click
my doubting mind says it’s a trick
I still hear the rattling chains
I still feel the nagging pains
but on that morning after mourning
after eons of ignoring
the warden truly gives the word
which by all the guards is heard
and with a single button pressed
my totality expressed
and in that moment of release
after dreaming of such peace
escape became a fairy tale
for through the gates I did now sail
and with epiphany of ages
in the words of history's sages
I realized that I played no part
in this freeing of my heart
and all that kept me locked inside
was sheer reliance on the tide
ever-changing, never still
and drowning with my own freewill
but on this morning after mourning
I refused to heed the warning
rather trusting my own feet
in rhythm with my heartful beat
and stepping out of concrete-steel
I strode beneath the turning wheel
for when they closed the gates behind
and let the wrecking ball unwind
I knew it then of no return
I felt the ocean swell and churn
for even with a tiny crack
there can never be a turning back
and as I witnessed all the force
flowing out from inner source
what once was dismal frozen motion
now a surging cosmic ocean
laid before my every sense
behold the scale, beyond immense
a mirror of the skies atop
a reservoir of every drop
and as I gaze into the vast
the universe is mine at last
I look upon my newfound home
and watch as my ancestors roam
for never did they leave this place
just moved beyond familiar face
and as I now can see so clear
it’s all along they’ve been right here
and vision came through lack of fear
captivating each direction
this befalls my resurrection
and silently, I witness thee:
the liquid sway
of the manta ray
as it gracefully plays
throughout the day
in its usual
dutiful
watery way
the transparent bleed
of the silky weed
to-ing and fro-ing
with darling reed
as they dance
and breed
beloved seed
the singing calls
of the waterfalls
echoing harmony
virtue enthralls
chanting
the gospels
of living scrolls
the wave’s collage
a delightful massage
every cell
a bliss barrage
and bringing
nature’s
entourage
as brightness beams
I live my dreams
the Self
rejoicing in esteem
the Sun
revealing
the Supreme
and silently, I witness thee
and share that morning after mourning
with the unity adorning
all that blesses this fair earth
the source of each and every birth
and as that morning turns to noon
and after noon receives the moon
I know that mourning’s holy boon
has taught me how to live in tune
and now I’m swimming through the sea
of me and she and he and we
almighty
can finally see
Thee
returning home to
OC
Be
free.