self-pep-talk yearnings 10/8/17

oh, thirsts for visualization without objectifying.

just lazy images from rainwater pools,

pedestrian passing.

oh, for the scent of sight,

without otherwise naming it.

overcoming the sedentary emotional sense of things.

reality as comportment,

with no dress rehearsals.

wanting to be homebound to a sense of myself,

beyond or behind the always insistent

internal emotional dialogue of damn if

but damn if not.

want to be the visionary reach

yet with a concrete mind,

yet make language work

to speak from these visions

even as my rational accounts attempt to undermine.

find shimmer in my self-mystery

while still perplexed

as if how to speak unbridled horse

so as to harvest love.

how to be beauty in service,

personified by self-revelation,

to be an instrument for the call-out

as exposure to the world

where higher cause is the naturalness of deeper concern.

to engender and reflect the spawn of wellbeing existence.

to be guidance that travels through,

to provide for others.
to be the deeper callings of one’s own spiritual nature

and to cleanse my emotional distain for reality’s rubbings.

to be the purity of my being

in essentially invisible ways.

to be the eye of my storm

in which pure essence exists

and to be from before

where I am spirit realized.
to be from beyond

the limitations of understanding’s reach

for it does not have to make sense

to my mind to move me.

imagine a ‘me’ without the possibility of restraint,
then go with that . . .