Walked – Now mind walked - Followed?  Following smoke wisps or the sounds of sing-song-choir along the line where sea meets sea and sky appears above a forgotten shimmer of water stretching beyond the eye’s perception. I’ve walked upon the salty waves of that dead-sea between melody’s songs and disappeared into mists and sea sounds and another dawn. I am those little matters. Less, now that I am gone.

Come now and dance into the Spider’s Web. Enter web-side. Hold the nothingness of thought without form until substance becomes madness. Beyond this bridge are those freedoms.

We aligned at birth. Moments before and moments after the being is presented, radiation causes a meltdown of human shape into a living gelatin and into vapor. We are the knowing vapor. Would I travel across the heavens in timeless mist? “Who could have known that I without shape and I without substance would still be me?” It is memory and fear and instinct and that knowledge. We remember that even as vapor, we exist.  We are not displaced by what we are not. I am not- not by displacement.

Still here and beneath the heavens, we dream of the sea. We hear the whale sing-song our mother into her necessary sleep. The whale sing-songs the heating of our blood-self until warming is not a non-fear.”

Inside, the other sleeps, no dreams of the sleeping self. Other does not wait nor will other until need transcends fear of the dancing one. It fears allowance of existence of other/others. They rise from emerald seas and from black sands where tide pulls against current and the alignment of  moon-light is perfect and is orderly in its dispersal upon the dustless night.

Then other comes. One that guides the hand that passes spear without fault thru the living heart of the charging beast and brings crashing down, the food that sustains the abstracted multitudes attracted by these twirling lights that gather below the mountains of the enhanced or the enchanted ones. And without spear-song the other would not notice need. Correct notes played upon the convoluted flute held against the heart beeps of a roaring sea pass others into light and set other across star streams beyond sun, beyond sea and beyond sky…

And! Beautiful you are…

The above is from ‘Sity’…by Philip M. Edwards