Noting the absence of soul inside the wind
I become acquiesce of the deep fog that surrounds me.
I begin to swim; down, down into the belly
Monarchs fly up from below.
I tune in to the cicadas
As they buzz in surround sound.
Smooth like smoke you slither in and tap my awareness
Scaling the rhythms tickle’s me
Appeases me plenty
Who are you? Man? Wizard? Warrior? ;-)
The cicada’s buzz is vibrating stronger and stronger
Intensely deepening me in all directions.
Deep inside my womb it booms upwards.
Had you ever caught the buzzing while walking one day?
And then drove it way down deep, deep into your bones?
Igniting such intenseness?
I wanted to share this with everyone
A drug of unspeakable pleasure!
But most could not feel, nor listen.
Thoughts of certain dark corners intrigue me at times
The darkness that doesn’t give way to the color
Not because it is evil, but, because the color is too intense?
Or maybe, just maybe, the darkness is the element 'it' likes best
Who are you?
Warrior, man, wizard? What?
One that is in his own element; dark as it may be;
Shall we close down talk and succumb to inhibitions?
Allow the body to free itself
Become the rhythms
Cram the aloofness
Become covered in vibratory madness
Only the night becomes blind
Not the pretence
Your smoothly rich scent can linger longer
Stay a while and reel in my intentions
Next time I want to hear the loud crrrrrrrrrrrrrack
Of bands breaking as you slip silently back through
One day it could be me falling through the fog……..