3AM
I’m blessed and cursed by chronic awakeness at 3am at times. Here are words that came last night.
3AM
Swirling thoughts
Make up my mind
But only in time
She tells me
Ancient memories
Pass us by
Infinitely tossed
By wind, sea and sky
Messages of love
Messages abound
From a kindred poet
Tuned to nature’s sounds
Suffering of the ages
Finding its way in
Back to our lives
An unresolved pain
Gate of ivory
Gate of horn
Ancestral direction
Misleading us again
Pick up the pieces
Of longing and loss
Moments of clarity
Moments of fog
Forgive don’t forget
Re-read the book
Don’t become angry
Follow your gut
We are all divine
Deserving, yet small
Responsible for reclaiming
Our own gate of horn
Quiet the mind
Bow before the sword
See the power in our hands
To find the right chord
Caldron of energy
Kaleidescope of my heart
A geyser of creation
A fountain of love
Desire and sadness
Can’t be held back
Give me the power
To receive and record
Records of the mystery
Connection to our fall
Reminding me why
We make things at all
Lessons of the ages
Inscribed in our blood
Flowing through our bodies
Transmitted in touch
The records are here
to help us remember
Those that came before
Those that became us
So listen to the music
Read the poem and book
Go see the picture
Open your eyes, really look