THE SECRETS SHE SPEAKS

Never do we truly
see our own faces,
at best we catch crude,
cursory reflections--
in the water’s stillness,
in a storefront window,
or the unwitting expression
of a stranger.

The insanity
we live amidst
leaves us numb--
thuggery, subterfuge,
a breakneck pace
that stifles our souls
in an infinite number of ways,
slowly, softly, but surely.

When we’re young
we mimic our masters,
mindlessly mirroring every
quirk and tick,
studying their nervous habits
and deepest desires.
We anticipate their wants
in faithful hope
that we’ll be seen,
valued, then finally chosen.

It’s only as we get older
that we realize these
masters of ours
are nothing to idolize.
They are sick, wounded, weak,
and live their lives in constant fear.
Their only wish is that they can
continue their charade forever.

They’re not in the
business of choosing,
but of fooling,
and using up every ounce
of us until our souls are
as arid and dusty
as the desert winds.

But there is another way,
we don’t have to lose ourselves,
we can choose ourselves
and be cleansed
in a sea of equanimity,
springing forth from the salty brine
reacquainted with exactly
who it is we really are.

Embrace this war torn
world’s deep diversity
in stark relief,
there is hope that
we’ll find all we seek
in the arms of our Mother,
this enchanting Universe.
If we would only
sit in stillness long enough
to hear the secrets she speaks.

-EVW-

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Poetry should move us, it should change us, it should glitch our brains, shift our moods to another frequency. Poetry should evoke feelings of melancholy, whimsy, it should remind us what it feels like to be in love, or cause us to think about something in a completely different way. I view poetry, and all art really, as a temporary and fragile bridge between our world and a more pure and refined one. This is a world we could bring into creation if enough of us believed in it. This book is ephemera, destined to end up forgotten, lingering on some dusty shelf or tucked away in a dark attic. Yet the words, they will live on in memory. I hope these words become a part of you, bubble up into your memory when you least expect them to and make you feel a little more alive.

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