The Invitation
Come walk with me into my madness
Where dark and light and up and down
Mold and fold into each other
Where before and after have no meaning
And in and out are all the same.
Come peer with me into the pit
Where monsters squirm and demons dwell
And laugh and cry with me
While we poke at them with
Sticks and spears made out of words.
Delight with me where flesh is formless
Blow fire on the cinders of my soul
And kindle therein a conflagration
That some new Light might shine
Upon the world.
Come dance with me upon the precipice
Of what is real and what is not;
As defined by choices only we decide;
And diving, fall, until we reach that place
Where everything is nothing inside out.
April, 2010
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
2 comments:
Thank you for the poems and the thoughts on writing. I don't know how, but you often talk about things I'm thinking about at the time. And you are always helpful to me.
Love it!!!
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