three, four, five, six steps into the unknown

the fear settles in
darkness jumps my bones like an old lover
oh, so familiar

doubts flay open
translucent skin
shining paths
nowhere to be found

petals of awareness
bleeding,
drip from hands
bound with uncertainty
this world shall not be diminished

I have nothing,
not even words of pristine love
insoluble in the sea....
like Lot's wife I can't turn back
to see my utter devastation
on the ground of my being
dying into what is,

how clever this art of self-sacrifice
how brilliant its light.

— Kailashana, Jul 18, 2010

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Seren

15 years 10 months ago

Dearest Mum

Only one thing I could find wrong my darlin you got some extra 'ish' in diminished ... love and biggest hugs JayCee (“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson quote)

Kailashana

15 years 10 months ago

Ha! As you were posting, I

Ha! As you were posting, I was using spell check. My back went out this morning and I can't function mentally or physically. Wait till Barry sees me, he'll trade me in for two 30's. ;-) Light, Mum "There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh

Nordic cloud

15 years 10 months ago

Deprofundis Anna

Ann of Norway The unknown is terrifying and yet what is unknown now, we know so much, and yet not.... Oh dear dear you I don't like my back giving way that's so annoying and so difficult to master as a momentary crippling experience, I send the sense of straightness and the charge of love to help you dear sister Anna. Barry won't trade you for anything, he loves you far too much! Ann in the hottest Summer Norway has ever had, lots of rain and so humid yesterday that we couldn't even walk up the hill, it took all energy from us.

Kailashana

15 years 10 months ago

Yes, sweet Ann… what does

Yes, sweet Ann... what does it take to surrender to what is? Should we? Can we? Must we? Eventually only change and love remain. It's been incredibly hot here in most of the states, the heat index well into the 100's. Cleveland had a thunderstorm last night and it cooled down somewhat, there's a lovely breeze. May all beings be free of suffering. May all beings know love, the energy of life, as one's own source, as intimately as one's breath. ~ "There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh

raj

15 years 10 months ago

Dear Anna

I have nothing, not even words of pristine love insoluble in the sea…. Ahhhhhhhhh! what a lovely expression... warmly....raj (sublime_ocean)..

Dennis Go

15 years 10 months ago

This is quite

This is quite brilliant! Nothing wrong here but just a small suggestion: You could shorten the title to "Steps into The Unknown", But its all up to you. Nice work!