Suggests Truth, Existing, Just --- 'There are more possibilities
available in each moment that we realize' Emily Dickinson
inside a notebook, on a table in front,
I wrote lots of words - with letters revealing
something not around before; I suppose
a relationship - paper and pen and tipping nib
- and I’m hoping that between the scratchy paper,
turns and lines, a spirit-charge of
electricity could light a shadow,
unleash a note, arise from a dream
that I scribbled in a word in a
notebook on a tabletop out there.
Flicking on a little switch - electricity
surges somehow out of darkness into light – !kapow!
my room ignites in sunshine, even
throwing shadow out from ghostly pillows.
How I trust that switch - and how I’d love a key,
or gizmo, shocking realization;
illuminating (simply by touching a button)
personal power, light and clarity!
The bugger is - it’s not like that;
I can’t locate a switch for insight
or a tool transforming sense.
Give me, O give me, awareness
so that irises flex and my waggling tongue
is led by a heartbeat thudding through chambers of truth.