Belief

The mind turns to steam

And swirling gently, the tendrils pour out from behind my eyes.

And I see them, for the first time

I, see

The curling tendrils of fog before me.

All at once, in form.

And a hearted smile warms my gaze into light

Melting the mist.

But not before I let it stay for a moment, to see it’s shapes

The edges it holds, and held.

Which now I see

Once was “me”.

And letting the wisps dissipate

To freedom, out and in

I feel a sinking in my depths

As motion stirs within.

Where are my edges? My safety of firm ground

Once safe in belief, but now cannot be found.

In riptides of theory, in eddies that won’t hold

Now swimming without horizon or land at my toe.

Whether it be from tire or fear

Or tidal waves of proof,

I will land again

To an island of the mind

To rest for some time.

Until the heart kindles the fires of Truth

And lovingly turns the stagnant pools, again to whirling steam.

But what is left behind each time,

From the seasons of Love’s process?

In the letting go

How will I know

That what remains will hold?

The islands of the mind, they change

As truth continues to unfold.

I must accept the limits of my eyes

And know they are not all.

So, I will let the fires of the heart

Set my waters ablaze

And I will ride the ocean.

The body, moved and shaped, from Word

Carried by swift Love

The safety found not in stasis

But cradled in the moving arms of grace.