Dipping down and rising up

Dipping down-rising up

Feelings going in all directions

Seagulls in the wind

Crazy quilt of downward, upward,outward

Heart jumping, mind thumping

Navigating to the ends of my world

A knee shaking long distance cry

to the tilting sky

Dipping like the wind into the ocean.

For words are arrows

that pierce the mind.

Be careful with your syntax.

Be wary of your promises for

no one can trust the mouths of liars

No one can be in harmony with one who is

in an aura of doubt and mental decay

Be still, breathe.

There are better things out there

for you, for us, for everyone.

Be the seagull dipping down.

Be the wind rising up.

Be the mountains standing firm.

Be the tree that sways not breaks.

Be the soldier at the gate.

Be guarded, be strong, be fulfilled.

For no one can tell you what to be but yourself.

No one be the mirror to your denial.

You must accept your future.

You must forgive your past.

Snow falling, rain stalling each thought to the

window panes

Coming down like sunshine, like rivers, like

rain.

And in that stillness, that joining

of soul to mind to heart to body, that

Drawing down and tilting up,

that effervescent tide of hope, despair, doubt, forgiveness,

sanctity and cliff-hanging fear

You will find yourself sitting quietly as

a stone that doesn’t need the movement

of what you know and what you suspect,

What you dream or think or become.

You are only stillness coming home.