divine stillness

 In the divine stillness of Being rises that familiar longing for life to live
Firmly held in crystals of amnesia, forming an opaque sheen of fear
Who shall I speak to, this life queries while enfolded in the One,
for everyone knows, everyone feels, everyone remembers
making life suddenly and incredibly clear.
A message on a piece of paper, dating a time and cause instead of:
A last thought, a last touch, a last feeling and inspiration
Before slipping through the doors of death and into the arms of Love
All no longer matters save for the infinite ripples in tow
For there Is a soaring tranquility that promises possibilities of which
Seldom few know, or feels, nor remembers here below.
And those who do walk with no footprints
Talk with no appearance to claim your idolatry or care
For they walk as angels might walk
Shimmering between veils of light and air.
We are angels, we are, in bodies that crave paradise
Fear is that call to cling to what is already ours
What we are, who we are and how we serve in our own way
Here and beyond, eternal and blessed, as, as, as, LIFE.