Comes a birth, a beginning?

a genesis?  an illusion

Comes the instilling of the

Confusion

We’ll teach the birds they

cannot fly

and to embrace the lie of a

limited sky

We’ll feed the souls, so much

older than we

a potent poison of “reality’

“Believe what you see!

Believe what we say!”

…as if we were so much wiser than they

 

Comes a teacher, then, to

pierce the veil

comes a healer, then, a wind

to the sail

comes an angel, then, a

sword, a dove

sits inside, amid, among, not

above

comes a One, comes a

Seven, comes truth, comes

flight

comes a vessel filled with

unquenchable light

 

comes a cry, comes beauty,

comes the memory of

all that is to be

comes love

comes love

 

~7.26.2016

 

© 2016 Tracy Jones