By 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
