Ready, steady, go, and she tumbles into soul
a stranger to the diocese of the most beautiful
unable to assimilate the meaning and intent
of her sink into the feel of the newly attuned.

But this merge of soul a “get to know you” stage
that filters to the brain of one inclined to know
and she of mortal leanings must undergo a shift
to comfortably embrace this different approach
to the finding and the keeping of amazing grace.

She squirms in the heat of a previous belief
burning like a body set upon a pyre
but bows to the known so long in strangulation
of soul’s innate wildness
in her need to return to a cooler state.

Cool for a minute, an hour, day, week,
but determined flames soon reappear
and burn away the vestiges of outdated beliefs
that held the love of soul a not so splendid thing.

Now cornered in the knowing a merge will always bring
she suffers like insomniacs the absence of peace
but well she knows her lifetime is
only a moment away from loving you.

Believe it or not, understand it or not,
but there is one who knows!


Helen / 10 November 2007 www.dreamtimepoetry.com