A knock at the trauma door 12/27/11

Whatever chord I struck

to release

such a tumultuous comeback,

I want to strike

that nervy chord

again and again

until it is not a delivery,

spent on explosion in reaction

but a blessed response

of piggyback potential

as an active inclusion,

and not in the repose of dismissal

but as an invitation

to join and blossom.

So as, it is not put forth

as a means

of insularity and protection

but beckons

a confluence and immersion

in the spirit of creation.

For beneath

that hidden self shudder

and the appearance

of observable recoil,

there is a boiler room

steeped in radiance,

worthy of constant visitation

until there is

no walking distance

or lag time

but the just

of straightforwardness basking.

And that there

becomes a space

of neither here nor there

but that here just is.

And as for then,

as it becomes this now,

you are everywhere you go

and you take that outpour

with you, as you soulfully

are for the sharing

as it melts into oneness.