Clearing

I have no use for your dry canals
your pretence of truth
your illusions
and suffering.
Your edifice was made to be taken down
your stone temples
tumbling in rivers
stones rolling and dreaming of home
as your edifices utterly denied it.

We have denied important aspects
to the loss of our larger selves
we have spoken the truth
but in small ways
limited in vocabulary
small scale understandings
small truths.
Missing what we have been yearning for....
mirroring what was unresolved
but that waiting is coming to an end.

Now it is time fill those canals with rain
to let fall the waters of spirit
down upon the earth
and open up those store houses within the womb of earth
as she reveals just how deep her truth can go
"to the very ends of me" she says
and we smile as we are covered in water.

With one sure perhaps not so sure movement we let the veil fall
and as one veil falls within
it falls in others
as we speak the meaning
born of feeling
and realize
its been waiting for us here
waiting for us to awaken
to the truth of our selves
as we weave infinite with finite
and explode paradox
mending it into something altogether new
but always yearned for
secretly sometimes
loudly in others...