Un:Cut

Midsummer morning, with mountains as my home
and the infinite sky as my ceiling.
Many feelings flush through my being
whenever I feel safe enough to display them out open
in the guise of my voice.
Like untamed beasts, I watch them go,
running for freedom once released in the wild
by a pounding drum
wrapping monotone flesh around formless creatures within
otherwise held in the custody of costume.

Most of these vestige creatures remain untouched by me;
silent, dormant
and unconnected to my conscious mind.
I wait for them to rise some other day
when my stomach is strong enough
to integrate the many lurid dregs of life that constitute my whole.
Through them, I have called out for cameleon spirits,
I have worshiped trees
and greeted nature like a long lost friend.
I have listened to countless voices in my head
that forever shift to accommodate the vast persona
I am but a fragment of.

I have expelled murmuring emotions I couldn't digest
and felt their emptiness swell
with renewed serenity, trust and purpose.
I have felt enduring veins of energy
awaken from my inner void
granting fuel to endless journeys that still await us.

I have taken my thoughts back home
to places where only I can follow them,
where only I can realize
the messages they impart.
I have read my mind like an open book
spread out open for my souls entertainment
and wondered what I am.

I have been guided by visions
and luminous voices up to this point.
I have walked with a blank stomach
and a busy mind
racing to digest the many impressions of truth I have gathered
from countless places before.
Places that all reveal a part of myself
when my brain folds away to let my heart peek through the mass-confusion.

My heart is my wholeness.
All that I am.
An uncanny feeling configured at the base of my being
when each cell in my body is full of content.
This wholeness is what I search for, and I realize
that I am but a sensory node blessed with motion
and the ability to gather tidings of some greater life-form
roaming wherever I go.
I soak in the sounds
and revel in the noise of this endless creature.
I may come and go - in and out of the familiar -
yet nothing truly stays the same in its world.

All is imprinted upon my lens of perception
as a vision of its myriad eyes.
All is carefully placed in the petriglass
of any sacred moment
when it chooses to learn through a tiny speck of lucidity
I know as myself.

Read these writings, and prepare for endless journeys
awaiting our unity
if you feel touched by their call.
When the body we search for is ready, we will go
to places where no mind ever has been before
and we will truly remember why we never left
our sacred self.


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