that look

that-look,

the one that passed for sight,

as if I was asked to begin with a tell.

but the look as spoken about,

has nothing to do with that-look.

the look accounted for by first-speak

was as visual as a postcard received,

reflective, working at remembered,

detailed in phrases as remarks.

but that-look,

it roared from the inside, 

beyond where recognition comes from.

that-look reflected a place within me,

an energetic of truth

that is, was, otherwise denied.

that-look surged into mind-clarity.

it filled more than the scene 

of identification's welcoming.

it embodied a transcendent worth of being,

a living truth at my vibratory level

that otherwise escapes 

from words or self-acknowledgment.

that-look, that no mirror could 

bring out to identify.

but you,

you of soul entry

facing me 

from a far inward journey,

turned to reveal in me,

with just that-look,

a source-place from which, 

I have no turning back,

an anvil, a fulcrum,

a blueprint, a code,

an instantaneous rebirthing,

a knowing of me reflected,

beyond the display of circumstance,

beyond the rigor of keptness 

or in storylines hounded 

by experience's input.

it is beyond 

any previous spiritual account derived 

as a wellspring of my cellular.

a rise to self as buoyancy from within

as shocking tears of joy

that otherwise would have had no life, 

rising up to be reflective in reverence. 

that-look,

it's permanence restored into virtue,

an ethic soul defined.

that-look,

as if a windfall, 

gratefully as a godsend,

not as a new chapter,

but a rededication of the me-book,

putting the prelude aside,

a delve with emotional clarity,

with soul assistance ever present as guide.

that-look, a christening.

may it pass through me energetically,

as on to others.

for we of the all,

are in soulful need of,

that-look . . .