The Crystal Pool of Gratitude
I am drenched
Covered in chaos
Distilling feeling
Filtering sensation
Deciphering such
Impossible meaning
Through sweaty pores and metaphorical dreams
Unabashedly I scream.
Cannot stop
This total organism trembling
Skeleton shaking
Throat gasping
Flooded
By my own eyes
Unbalanced I must
Cease talking and make way for relentless teeth chattering.
I sense my gut
Un-tethering
My pelvis
Un-wounding
Embracing a kind of
Infinite undoing
A longing to untangle
The cellular imprint of a soul’s memory.
Wading beyond the quiet fog
Survival’s brilliant numbing
Into the swells of inner currents
This emotion
Experienced
In slow motion
Finally everything is surfacing
In real time my spirit explodes.
Molten rock emerges hot
Years of gripping
Now bursts
The skin along the seams
Arbitrary separation
Body and spirit no longer split
Mud and sticks now mixed
Future and past collide.
Witness now
All 3 aspects
My consciousness
Aligned
Sense the subtlety
My circulation
Liquid pooling
Magma cooling.
Drop the idea of how
This should be
How I should be
Down and disappearing
Into the swirling
The void of forgotten
Expectations
Encounter the candlelit cavern of recovered inspiration.
I paint my pathway out
Colors, fins and curves
Gifted
This millionth,
This perfect, second chance
Archaic grief pours
Like water, like a waterfall spilling
Into the crystal pool of gratitude.
Part rupture, part rapture
Such bittersweet relief
Ritual of release
Embrace exhaustion
Empty
Open
I recognize the purpose
Beauty is exquisitely broken.
Weightless feathers float
Along the water of awakening
Breath by breath
Again and again
I call upon
The Remover of Obstacles
I reconcile at last
The transcendence of human loss.
Remembering the method:
I practice
Simply watching
The rhythm of a heartbeat
Skin pulsing, heat sensing
Gravity and bones
Sky and ground
Nowhere else but now.
Encircled
By all that is seen and
All that is forever unseen
The ecstasy
Of falling
The teachings of the elements
With unclouded clarity
Intuition reverberates within.
From the wellspring of all
That only knows living
That only fears dying and
That miracle,
Which is yet to be born
Carved like cycles
Our resilience, this unending magnificence
I make a requisite leap of faith into the coming dawn.
About the Author:
Molly Boeder Harris
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