A Sky Prayer

A Sky Prayer

by Emeric Damian 

Like the Sky, I let it pass.
It is not who I am.
It is not up to me.

As the Sky, I see it all,
Yet where am I,
Am I at all.

Point to me,
Show me to myself,
I am neither here nor there
Yet I am.

A Crows Pose

A Crows Pose

Sensual and sleek, a crow posing in a Robins nest, fluffed and moist in the warmth of a movement held still, stretching the body long into her green eyes; Wings disappearing into his body, a body disappearing into his mind, and behind the veil of cupped eyelids he glances towards her darkness.

Her sloping shadow and soft smile illuminate his imagination.

She is inside of him, thick and warm, penetrating his pose; he holds it.

Finally releasing but not letting go, it stirs inside of him, dreaming to come out. A shadow, a milky white conscious awareness turns the weightless stick into stone.

He doesnt want to share it, afraid hell lose himself in her nest.

A crow poses, wings reach wide as if to stretch, but feather into flight.

Dream, there is a moon, a night light for pixies
Dream, there is a breeze, a lullaby for all
Only the dream, awaken the dream, the dream wakes

Sleep; my arms are around you.

Realizing today’s fear is tomorrow’s laughter

There is fear running through my mind, coursing through my body, looking out of my eyes and right back into my self.

Sharing this might make me feel better, as action is often the remedy for overcoming emotions that I don’t yet understand.

One strike of the key, then another, fears laid down to sleep.

Searching for it, it flees
Looking for it, it hides
Feeling for it, it tears

What is wrapped amongst my pain is the mentation of living deranged. It’s so, isn’t it?

When you choose to live your life on your own terms, whether right or misguided, fear too, travels near, bed times.

So what is it that I’m fearing?

Nothing rationale, only the dragons of my own creation.

Loneliness, the unknown, being lost in my way, losing faith as to who and what I am, what I’ve become

Do you see it?

The blessing that it is, to experience the void, the falling sensation, drowning in an abyss of emptiness.

To fly in the void, to breathe what doesn’t exist

Drama in these words, such truth too.

It’s a thing that sits in the shadows

It’s a thing that sits in the shadows

It’s something that I am always trying to grasp.

It’s a thing that sits in the shadows, calling to me, comforting me with its lack of boundaries.

The ineffable being that wants to share, that promises to share its secrets with me if only I will walk into the darkness.

I know the fear of the unknown, its all unknown.

How can I live in terror of everything?

How can I live like that?

How can any of us live like that? We can’t.

Then why do we keep trying to?

Maybe the density of our ignorance is more than the world can handle. We’ll soon collapse into an iron heap of exhaustion.

Until then we will grasp onto anyone who offers a hand, knowingly or not; if they are in our vicinity we will stretch out in a desperate attempt to feel, to see, to know if they are the one who will let us experience ourselves, filling us with the false knowledge of who or what we are.

And in the meantime well go on feigning contentment and happiness.

I know I can only be disappointed in them. It’s the way isn’t it?

It’s the way that is the obstacle to understanding myself.

No, it’s the experience that screams back at me, shooting me through with the truth of my existence, that I will never find my space in an other.

How could I?

I am me while everyone else is everyone else but me.

There is only one space where I can be.

You can’t be here. I can’t be there.

I’m glad this is so, even though I am sad that I can never fully know your experience.

I don’t want you to know mine, not entirely at least. There are too many things that I don’t want you to know, emotions, mental states, potentialities that I wouldn’t wish upon another.

What does it mean for me to acknowledge this?

It means loneliness and discontent; it means possibility and adventure.

I haven’t been to that place that I believe exists.

I’m going there if I’m not already.

Maybe I’m an idealist, a romantic who can only fail, but failing by blindness is not the failure I’m participating in.

I’m going into failure knowing that I am in control of my reactions, in control of anything and everything that I experience because I know I can’t control any of it.

That is all I need to know. But is that ever enough.

Let me run free into death. If that is how it plays out then that is how it plays out.

Let’s Be Even More Skeptical Of It All

What do you want to know for yourself that people have said is so?

What are you super skeptical about also curious to experience if it’s true or not?

SKEPTICISM is a necessity…

Come see for your self!

What would it look like if you spent a few days in being and in creating while experiencing the quest and adventure that you would go on to live as you sense and know, a path of awakening, of waking up, of living from the place where everything is perfect as it is, clear and lucid, magnificent and easy in it’s way?

It’s like creating your own creation. Constructing your own brain and body using your mind, connecting to the field that you are existing from so as to experience what wishes to be known…