The permanent game

The permanent game

17 June 2016

 

I am wind

Blowing through the ice

Kissing peaks

Lurking deep

Within caverns of the Earth

Beckoning to sun

 

I am sun

Hiding my glory

Behind clouds

Amongst crowds

Blue red and gold define me

Purple is my frame

 

I’m water

Flowing through the streams

Gushing forth

Gathering

Glowing energy for all

As I rush to source

 

I am hole

Blacker than the night

Inhaling

Exhaling

Birthing rejecting matter

Parallel highways

 

I am Her

Eternal woman

My hand’s touch

Skies’ magic

The blue womb of creation

In red glove of Love

 

I am Time

Flowing forth both ways

Thrice forward

Once backward

Step back a recognition

Of the wayward path

 

I am storm

Darkest hues of skies

When lightning

Kisses Earth

When the sky-kissed lands give birth

To new promises

 

I am light

Brightening darkness

Waning moon

Fills herself

My inner core endless well

Where she transfigures

 

I am fire

Bottled in the skies

Like genie

Of heavens

Stormy dome my birthing field

I flying Phoenix

 

I am sun

Rebirth my credo

Concentrate

Of new shapes

Baring the rocky landscapes

That my glare begets

 

I am all

Impermanent frame

Inner core

Mutating

Cells within replicating

The permanent game

 

Reading of the poem: 

Kyrie – Antaeus