but a breath away

but a breath away

my life has been my Mecca

the road

the journey

the vision

the purpose

all is the fabric

of one symphonic

orchestrated synonym

of expression

where there is music

i am the lute

for breath

is mine to give

to refute

and i realize my latent harmony

the beauty about me

recognizes my presence

and blossoms

within my conscious awareness

that i may see myself

we dance the jig

Life and i

exchanging leads

i submit to her beckoning

and in my reckoning

she responds

to my sweet soft prayers

understanding

at times eludes my immediacy

but always revisits

for a tease

enticing me to

gaze upon her reflection

the pristine waters

with flavors of azure

from the conscious oceans of thought

forms lapping waves

which crests it’s self

leaving remnants of it’s visit

in tidal pools

upon the rocky shores

of my desolate beaches

that i may learn the value

of contemplation

and i am ever circumspect

i listen to the syncopated beats

of my pulsing heart

as it keeps perfect time

with the vibratory resonance

of all my experiential-ness

and i begin to implode

in the brilliance within me

liken to that

found in distant multiverses,

a magnanimity that can not

be contained

nor defined

i hear voices whispering

equations of exponential summations

of unquantified infinities

to which only a God

like you

like me

can answer for ourselves

this is reasonable

tis not this fruit

beyond the concept man embraces

of sweetness

the completeness

that we, man, never seems

able to capture

is this the rapture

we all souls of One Soul expressed

seek

as we journey in wonder

this road to our Mecca ?

and as i meditate

upon the concept

of singularity,

my single eye of reason

becomes an unsheathed arrow

and i become the bow

taught and ready

drawn and directed

to an unspecified target

it is viral in nature

i realize again

a higher calling

for my actualization

and i am loosed

i strike the center of “Now-ness”

and i pierce the illusion of time

i am folding the cloth

the fabric of space

upon it’s self

and the epiphany

comes

and simultaneously goes

for therw is only “NOW”

and that is here, where i must ”BE”

a not so ominous truth

it is simple

as am i

but a breath away

so i again

unlock my jaw

part my lips

and divine utterances of joy

copulate with my ‘being-ness’

and each moment

becomes an ecstatic shuddering

of orgasmic thoughts

fulfilling it’s own desires

which were once entombed

in some cloaked memory

but now all stand naked,

exposed

before the mirrored altar

of Source

and in a eternal fleeting glimpse

i see you

i see me

i see all the wisping realities

become a supposition

unto it’s own presence

and i breathe

and extend my self

with one more step

of an contextual acuity

of assurity

as i meander

towards that city

on the hill

of the holy

which as am i

but

a breath away

© 15 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

http://www.iaminnerchild.com/