outside of the storyable

how the kindling wood of past lives burns

within the metabolism of this life living it.

trauma-laden after-affects camouflaged deep within,

as inflammables 

capable of being irrationally torched, 

easily within a minute's short-noticed

as underground fires that never really surface.

but all of these,

smoke incessantly throughout one's life.

this is lightening that strikes without warning

by unsuspected connections

or by dynamic refutes or in cinerary rebuttals.

the days of platitudes and pleasantries weave away

at the tapestry of a storied living sense.

but below, beneath and behind,

fuel is sourced and provided from source-points

outside the storyable realm of account.

irrational is just outside the scope of comprehension.

but as the energetic truth would provide,

the heart-mind knows a deeper level of truth,

the intuitive gets sightings all of the time,

the gut feels it but can't make words,

and the spirit lives for every possible unveiling.

the soul of us lives

before the mind of each of us has that question.

'why am I here?'

so complex, the webs we weave,

to dress up into the wardrobes of these disguises,

to be only the wisdom of the wick,

and not to truly be the ascension from the burn . . .