brought to light

we are bit players in bigger stories.

narratives to swim in and within,

from dead-spins to dust-spans.

still afraid of drowning as consciousness,

and so the swim is the status maintained,

for the ocean is more than the all of the self.

allegiance to perspective goes on unabated.

cognition seems to breathe in these cues.

automatons of awareness 

cue up in linear thinking,

as language maintains order 

of the spoken word.

daily drills 

of procedures are readily maintained.

humdrum is what experience has to offer.

of course there is the cutting edge of novelty.

the perversion of a wisdom 

is reaching past this facade.

we all only live for the blossom 

of these moments.

it is the launch of inner zeal expressed, 

but outwardly undisclosed.

the blahs only become the framing 

for inner mischief.

we are all secretly double-agents 

pretending sanity.

light-beings with the outer-switch turned off it seems.

but sparks do fly 

when opportunity suddenly strikes.

a touch, a kiss, humanness 

that seeps through,

as a hailstorm of emotion in passing.

and the story is not to be read 

while in-waiting.

but to be lived alive from deep within.

all sins lay down their petaled path, 

one by one,

to get to the birth of one's sacredness,

revealed, affirmed and then,

openly brought to light . . .