Reflection

Sometimes the reflection

is easier to look at than the actual sky

When the water is still

details are clearer

colors are richer

light is less intense

The sky itself is so penetrating

the rays from the sun just a little too bright

The warmth is visceral and overwhelms you

The soft skin of the wind brushes your cheeks and holds your face

When the senses are stimulated it is distracting and impossible to see the experience objectively

On the other hand, 

why would you want to 

Experience is not objective

It's not logical

There is no formula 

It pulls and pushes in whatever way the want goes

and if you fight the current, you will drown 

Better to learn how to ride

Close your eyes

Let the moment carry you

Like a ripple that slides across the surface

Or a cloud that transforms with each gust

Or the dancing water diamonds that hypnotize 

Let the trance relieve you from the sky's imposition

But in the evening, or in the morning

when the luminance is soft

You will always return your gaze to the heavens

For the reflected illusion lays only on the surface

and the sky...

It holds no limits

Gets deeper 

the longer you look into it

Is renewed with every passing second

Is made of the very same thing that you are

And even when you turn away

it will always be there



Sept. 28th, 2014

Fluid

Fluid

Soft, intangible

quick and lucid

Gentle and slippery 

transparent and reflective

The human body is made up of approximately 65% water

Sometimes more

Sometimes less

Beginning with the perfect balance

Changing as time goes by

Dependent upon the physiological need

Determined by environmental influence

Relative to what has been exerted and what has been replenished

Beings in a constant state of flow

dancing around the perfect balance

We try with all our might to stay fixed 

hold perfectly still

then the slack line flexes 

the center is lost

We reach the tipping point

there is no other choice but to fall 

Equilibrium will be achieved when the struggle for control is
relinquished 

Only when we learn to flex and sway with movement

no longer pushing against kinetic forces 

that move through our bodies 

from the inside out and back again

Buoyancy is achieved through submersion

surrendering trust to the comfort of cradle

Yet

relentless fits of splashing erupt from the depths

Desperate gulps of air ingested in the midst of a loss filled
panic

search for the space between drinking and drowning

Fear of not knowing how to swim freezes heartache into place

halting the beauty of liquid

If only I could soften

If only I could soften

If only I could soften

If only the sun could peek out long enough to melt 

iceberg
illusions of looming destruction 

into waterfalls of release and relief

Thundering through pain and resistance

rushing to destined direction

swift and rolling

strong, clear and nimble

undulating and sensual

irreversible

transformative

Fluid