in the “Is-ness” . . . i am not alone

in the “Is-ness” . . . i am not alone

there is a Mountain i am climbing in the dark

and the Dogs of Damon are nipping at my heels

there seems to be no rest for the weary

and i am weary

my fingers are clawing in the dirt

trying to maintain hold

that i may not slide back

as i have done so many times before

the voices of the dark are all around

whispering

enticing me to let go

and follow them

hmmmppfff

been there, done that

yes, i have been here before

in this living nightmare

seeking truth and salvation

and yet the equation seemingly prevails

i feel the sweat upon my brow

and the cool night air

punctuates it’s presence

it begins to run into the corners of my eye

stinging my consciousness to acknowledge my labors

and my futility

this liquid of labor is blinding me

of what little i can see

and i thank the Stars for

not abandoning me

i taste it’s saltiness as it creases the corners of my mouth

there is a dysfunctional sweetness that prevails

perhaps it is the delusional pride of my accomplishments

after all, i have made it this far

by my self, haven’t i ?

i have no fear

but i have a jaded anger

that fuels my determination

to not be defeated again

“I” WILL !

somewhere in the distance of my own presence

i hear a soft thumping

as i listen closely

in the fervency of my “Now”

the Soul vibrating  sound draws closer

there is a warm soft Rhythmic beat

enveloping my hopes

my visions

my attention

my awareness

embracing them

with such a loving tenderness

in that Epiphanic moment

i realize that i am not alone

there is some one here

right here with me

with a dire urgency of silence

i listen closely

the beat

the beat

the beat

the beat

i feel it

as if it comes from the chambers

deep within my very own heart

my body begins to resonate

in a sort of Cosmic Dance

my spirit begins to undulate with a certain familiarity

a dance i have danced before

so many times

Aeons ago

and i closed my blinded eyes

as i kiss the memories of this place

where sunshine and bliss

were my constant companions

yes,

i remember

i remember

i remember

and within that quantum moment of recognition

my eyes open

and i realize

that i am awake

and this eclectic self created lucid dream is over

i am no longer who i accepted that i was

and i realize i never was

for “I AM” who “I AM”

all the voices but One have vanished

save that of my own

and it is my own Drum within

that speaks with a calculated harmony

confirming “HERE”

and that is where “I AM”

in the “Is-ness”

of all things

seen and unseen

and that i am not alone . . .

© 7 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.