Thursday, November 25, 2010

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Why do I tremble these days?
Shake myself to pieces
in the centre of this hurricane.
A fear so sacred it doesn't
shout, it whispers.
Chill-cold of a mountain that pushes down on me.
I am aligned with a void that opens
gash-mouthed maw into my soul.

Shudder those tree tops.
Rooted to the molten core of earth.
We can only shine forth,
with a ferocious scream.

A singular intention
to be.
I am.
Nothing in particular,
everything in regard.

I am.
In the centre.
Expanded out. Like a canvas across the starry sky.
Storms are out to sea. I am here.
On the sand and crying.
Crying, long lost child in this universal stream.

Oh why; why do I tremble these days?
An axis. A central column to orientate me.
An silent core that rushes its strength into my frame.

Why do I still tremble?

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