BESIDE MYSELF
I stood on a road
Whose path I did not choose
Whose view was only partial
Maybe at the next curve
I will know the objective
of my ceaseless desires
Hope upon hope
drives the train of my thoughts
and my undulant movement
Meanings come and go
like my incessant breath
sustaining temporary permanence
The earth shakes
with every step I take
An earthquake of trepidation
For what I will lose
even though I know
my loss will be my gain
And who will it be
this man in the mirror
who has no name?
Lost in wonder
with nothing to claim
along this metamorphic road
My questions become answers
to more questions
circles within circles
The thin tissues of the self
form outer layers
to something much deeper
This road is hollowing me out
into a sacred vessel
where the wind songs of the soul can play
Such ecstatic elocution
of tonal bliss
become slipstreams of reverie
A movement from Me to We
to All That Is, I Am.
The road and I are One
And there
in my illusion of aloneness
I stand as one among many
Beside Myself.
-Tru WindWalker
Feb. 6th, 2024
