I don't know what this is
This swirling about me
Fabrics of space-time
Enfold upon me like
A dreaming blanket
From the elders
Of this land
Of the ancients.
Multicolored & Vibrant
Like what the scientist
Observes through a spectrometer
Seeing, sensing,
What the waking world
Cannot unassisted.
I feel stuck
With cliques'
& metaphors
For things in my
Experiences that have
No words.
Circular time
Completing itself
In a never ending mobius
Strip…
The serpent
Swallowing its
Own tail
Between the
Images are
My personal
Reality.
I feel
In the pit
Of my stomach
The future & past
Meeting together
In the present
The cycles of
My life & others
Where paths
Meet,
Cross,
The story
Unfolds & completes.
Wrap me in
The silken cloth
Of Purple,
Holy spiritual,
Royalty,
Of my Catholic
Past… still
Honoring Lent.
This time is no
Less special to me.
My Beloved knows
He is going to
Die & transcend it.
Therefore…
So do I.
So do we all.
I feel the
Birth
& death
of things
before they
get here,
though I don't
think I am
the only one.
Only that some
Deny what they feel,
Where they are
Where they are going
On the Mobius.