Inwardly watching my own darkness

Closed to the sight sharing reality

Pictures from dark masses have formed

Places of unfamiliarity are still born

Swirling in and out of my mind projecting

Detecting a way to a path, never to last

Reforming and mutating to further awakening

Gingerly I’m stepping in accordance with accepting

Expecting to lighten my loads necessary to carry

Seen in silence but yet loudly appearing

Information swept from closed eyes inspecting

Effecting the path is of the making, walking

Flying on streams to rivers on floating islands

Resting on Concepts Gathered in Passing

Fasting equally on dark and light times chosen

Smashing against walls that once gave entry

I am simply passing Perfectly Through Being

Gaining in lessons I left back and lacked surpassing

Lessons are gleaned only then in full completion

No set time of arrival or departure, spinning

To and fro, in and out , but arriving always timely

I am perfectly in being , that beacon of light

As other and for others in training resiliency

A point of reference and admonishment 2b

Glaring endlessly in multiple meanings illuminating

Road mapping for generations of repeating

Nevertheless guiding imperfectly to prophecy fulfilling

Chaotic as I tremble to capture clarity from life resistance

Peace is desired to be shared and remembered, forgetting

Rhythm has a place outside what I hold dear inside

Turned outside in peeks at different lives thru eyes

Inquiring and comparing for meaning and advantage