Invisible Friend
His name was Zukki. A miniature-sized dragon. He ate with me. Played with me. Slept with me. We'd run through the forest. Take bus rides. He'd help me clean my room, (not so much help there). My mom set a place for him at the dinner table. He went to school with me. There, however, he'd mess around, having learned that he was invisible to everyone else. I'd talk to him, alone in my room, hours on end. He was kind and innocent. He was so wise. He'd blink up at me with big yellow eyes, batting his small lime-green wings. He was one of the best friends I ever had. Little dragon from that other world. Funny how my adult heart can still miss him. Even now. Especially when a mere thought can bring him winging back to my side.
Leaf and the Acorn
First leaf of autumn
— and a
Green acorn
Wasn’t looking…
They just came to me
One Fell
One Floated
I look around
— Red Rock
This land was birthed
— in water
A mighty oak
— in such a small thing
A great mountain
— begun
with a handful of dirt
Four small stones
Four directions
Four races of the
— earth
all this
— built
from a cell
We come —
The Home Maker
The Village Creator
And I see her
— My Sister in the World
And I think:
Being what you are may be hard
It’s still easier than being what you’re not
— for
There is a village
— inside of her
A message
A guide
A trust that —
All This will
— serve
That
(in time)
The timing is always
— right
One green acorn seed
— infinite trust
She will fall
She will not fail
Bruised
— never broken
She is the Creator
— and the Created
From this darkness
— she will bring
Light
In water
— and
Blood
Tears
— nights alone
a child
an idea
a new way of life
Will be born
Love may be drowning
— but still
It has lived
This great mountain
— from that
Handful of dirt
This great tree
— from that tiny acorn
She is the eagle
— though there’s blood on her feathers
Still they float
They Fly…
Like a Leaf
Crawl now
— sweet angel
Cry your tears
For tomorrow
— will reveal
The glory inside you
Be patient
Have faith
— as I so often tell
myself
and we will meet each other
and we will smile
We’ll fall
We’ll not fail
Sister
Friend
All the time we spent
These wee hours
All this must pass
As we remember how —
To build a New World
From these smallest of things
©SMC
Shytei M. Corellian
I feel so passionate
A bursting of the skin
A light
A cover
A conduit
To that other world
So many other worlds
There’s so much I feel
So many memories
Crowding around in here
I feel so much love
A bursting of the skin
Snow’s falling
Creating fresh spots on a dead fawn
Snow’s falling
Make it stop
It’s time for spring
In my mind
I feel the world spinning
Vaulting
600 kilometers per second
through the sweeping black
So why do we think we’re standing still?
That nothing’s changing?
Everything’s changing
(every millisecond)
Hang on tight
Things will break apart
Collide
Blow the fuck up
But those pieces go no where
They’re still here
Rearranging
Recollecting
Reframing
Into something brighter
Better
Stronger
Trust me
— never mind that
Trust yourself
That peace you felt
As the world fell down
It’s real
It’s telling you
To hang on
It says
It will all be all right
It will be
“Though we’re in for a few hard times”
It’s real
It’s all real
Don’t let them
Shut you down
Hang you out to dry
Tell you your truth
— is a lie
And still...
You are here
And no one can speak your mind
Or tell you what it means
Things will fall apart
They will, also, come back together
With a higher intelligence
A grander experience
Here
Under the surface
— of a rolling atmosphere
There is sunlight above
SMC © inspiration AVA 2011
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
I have been Reborn
— before
In a mountain cabin
on a hill side
I saw the review
— of the life
I saw the people
the place
knew it was true
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
I have died
given up
cried into the chains of pain
held a knife in my hand
ready to … begin
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
on a cushion
sitting Zen
I became everything
— and nothing
the light erupting
— from
Inside my mind
and I saw…
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
the rage
the hate
the resentment
the shedding off
the hurling out
towards …
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark “
touching the mind of angels
demons
and gods
— to find
they were not so different
from my own
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
what was Is
What Is
has always been
What would I give up
that means so much to me?
What secret would I tell?
That I’ve never told before…
“Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
The light that I shine
The dark that I hide
Both …
a Ceremony
in the Sanctuary of Life
SMC © September 2, 2016 Credit/Inspiration: Babylon 5 “Ceremonies of Light and Dark”
That One
I am that one
Who sits alone in a coffee shop
— observing
Who experiences tears when two people embrace
Who feels disquiet when two dog owners fight outside
I am that one
Who sits alone, writing, in a coffee shop
— observing
But much more than that
— experiencing
The stress of the overwhelmed baristas
The frustration over not being able to find a table
I am that one
Who sits alone in a coffee shop
Taking in the world from a distance
That is too often too intimately close
Who observes
And judges
And then judges the judger with distaste
And returns to
— observing
— feeling (more)
I am that one
That the camera pans to and focuses in on
Sitting alone in the coffee shop
The camera embuing the feeling behind the eyes of the writer
The loner
The observer
I am that one
Who struggles
To make better
Truer
More authentic
More radical
More new
Every single word
In an 800 page novel
I am that one
That sits alone in a coffee shop
That came from no family of name
Of note
Whose strength
Whose fortitude
Whose authenticy
Whose value in this world
Can come from no where
But within
No money
Only one great prospect
No gains
No loving man
Only looks from others
As she sits alone in the coffee shop
— observing
— wondering (if)
— loving
her life
with a tenacity
an authenticity
a completeness
unsurpassed
SMC September 6, 12 ©