Outpost Poetry

Shadows of Sound

Like a dream I was standing in two places.
As One, I drew it close, as a feeling of a new kind.
Permeating the movement by hand.
The cool spring breeze passing through me,
Finding magic in the color of Day,
An aliveness of Opportunity.

I had traveled for years in the early morning
Deep inside looking for a glimmer of Hope,
A new torch to hold high.
I touched down briefly without a trace,
And It had followed me home.

I stood between two worlds,
I covered myself with Earth.
In one world there was misgivings,
The single Eye watching.
I held the Other.
I grew myself towards It.
Breathing deeply, counting my steps,
Reaching higher than before.

I stood on feeling, on the Unexpected.
In Movement it would fire up and then fade.
It was the Dance, and it was Everywhere.
I saw the Thunder in all others while in the dance.
I threaded a connection, a Remembrance of Possibilities.
Without fear, a Connection through feeling.

Powering up my relations with the Unseen.
The Greatness of the Emerging Moment.
Two sides of Day, the Either Or.
The Bridges of Tomorrow built beyond needs.
The Forgotten Dream, the Meaning behind Coming Home.
I took to Movement, that my hands may be Vehicles of Sound,
Cutting through shadows of Emptiness.

The Sound could not be distorted,
it arose above all things
It was my Brother.
It stood beside me as a sister.

I touched down briefly.
Deep, deep inside.
It had returned as the Movement of Hand,
the Creative Art of Doing.
The Diversity of Color,
The Depths of Real Meaning.
The Sound appearing above the Flame.

I, in two worlds,
Gathering the Seeds.
To walk between two Worlds,
Bridging the Distance,
In a Vehicle of Sound.

I look for It in traces imprinted in Real Meaning.
It came from Beyond.
It is Everywhere,
Above all things, above all needs.

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