Poems by Deborah
My eyes see, my ears hear,
my feet on the ground
in a spirit utterly wanting,
entrapped in twilight zone
after you swam your way into infinity,
leaving me suddenly without your anchor.
Love has become an abstraction
beyond expression, traces of you
disintegrating from the materiality
of existence, and I am barred
from reaching ‘you’ until I myself
am summoned to cross over a horizon
where your unquenchable earthly thirst
for definitive answers to questions
is now being filled with Living water,
mystery unravelling in a place
where Peace reigns, where paradox lives
in the eternal sleep of Awakening.
Two poems: sleep
So mortality knocks on my door.
No one knows the day and the hour.
We dance our dance in the circle of life.
Like an accordion, the past flashes fast
into the now where the future becomes a blank.
The peacemaker knows that the verdict
of passage is not in human hands.
Our walk, our small steps make an imprint
On the whole of this world, part of the co-creation
Process where mindfulness weaves fragments
into the eternal design and time is a notion
that has no anchor.
Openness to the beginning,
to the reason for being
shines through conscious awareness of place.
No need for resistance for we flow into
the river of the dynamic source of all breath
that enables the breakthrough of Mystery.
—
Sleep calls but there was no response.
I wake to the many shades of sleep.
My eyes shut and I ‘see’.
My eyes open and I go blind.
I travel inward and my night turns to day.
Flesh and blood draws a boundary
for grounding my unrestrained flight
into the truth in myth and fable,
into materializing the intangible.
Words burst out of a blank space
to give form to the unformed,
to think an unthought,
to mirror faint traces
from the collective unconscious.
The conscious unconscious awakes.
Deep sleep calls.
I am summoned.
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