That peak is in my view

It’s snow capped ridges carve the sky like a blade forged by God Himself

Below my feet are gushed and nudged by the water flowing down from those sources

I look up again preview the line between my center and the summit knowing my desire to stand on top

As I move across, fording the Arroyo, the hammering of the inhibitor increases on steps that go deep and subsides when I step into shallows

I can feel the frost still lingering in the water that transfers to my skin, bones and asks to penetrate my mind and spirit

No matter which way the river kicks me, pivots me, I can still see that peak

With my eye

In my periphery…even

It looms above with beauty, anger, love and pride of a prize offered and accepted

I am stopping now..waist deep …fording

Pausing to look up again directly at that peak that calls to me

Knowing that once I am in the forest canopy I will now see her again for awhile..

 

 

That one can see himself

He can reason, even if behind a veil of uncertain possibilities

That one can see the seeming futility of his days, yet strives for more

He knows that more exists beyond and resides within

 

That one can see a friend

He can barter with, even beneath a blanket of dumbing making the deal

That one can feel the local emptiness of a temporary touch, yet reaches for more

He knows that a greeting is waiting at the apex and stands inside

 

That one you make

He was made

Blind eyes can surely see

 

We are calling it the end of an era

The end of a time

So much has transpired here

Our lives here

Our hearts here

Our eyes here

Our cries here

Our joys here

Goodbye here

∞

We called it the end of a timeframe

The end of an era

So much was delivered there

Our love there

Our home there

Our smiles there

Our tears there

Our ashes there

Goodbye there

∞

We call it the start of a new day

The beginning of a new phase

So much will be formed here & there

Our lives here

Our loves there

Our hearts here

Our homes there

Our eyes here

Our hand still there

Our cries here

Our smiles there

Our joys here

Goodbye here

Hello there

In here in this box…I feel like I am in a cockpit on the tip a javelin ready to launch into space..

Encapsulated at the apex of the berg …able to see up and out just imagining the beyond that beckons with signature swimming flickerings..

All at once, the door slides open from behind just in the  periphery of my transfixed gaze..

All at once I am exposed to the ice and heat of that to which I am reaching up…and yet being reach down upon..

Brushing against the scabbard, sack and belt..I become aware of the closeness..

Then in an instant, the slide shifts, first with a press forward, back then smoothly yet powerfully through and sight …tick tick ticks to a hum..mmmmmm

A voice begins to whisper…then colliding from a babble to a resounding engine like chorus with words and phrases that illuminate the tapestry surrounding me…the canvas on which I am buoyantly suspended…

This portal…this doorway..the stairway I have not..not not bought

It leads upward and inward..

Standing in the jamb….in this box…I feel like I am in a cockpit on the tip a javelin already launched into space..whose target is true…from the hand of the sure hunter

Then the swimming and spinning subsides…and I am still here in the micro…back below the clouds and on the earth.

Take me away again at your will..

Take me away again you will..∞

©hootiepepper 2016

 

In the sky keep turning

Keep on turning

Of thah…future fortune

We saw a great big wheel out front

And in the middle of the air

Round or round and round?

Winged wheel cow town..eye wuz born

It had eyes, I have eyes

To turn

Gotta

turn

Each day..nice and new…knew

Whatever controls you…to thah..man you are a slave

Wheelie pop

Wheel in my hand

Turn me up

Turn me out

Turnt up

Now turn to truth

©hootiepepper 2016

People talk about freedom and want it.

People claim freedom, yet accept the chains of bondage…so so freely

People want freedom but walk more confidently in self made prisons.

People post placards of freedom on their walls and heads, yet step into orange jumpsuits daily.

People clamor and fight against interlopers who steal what they say is free, yet they steal and interlope just the same.

People aspire to be the most free with feeling and site of an open sky and road, yet the move on wheels and feet that go nowhere.

Interlude…thinking I do just the same….

Freedom seems at that glance to be quite a conundrum.

Freedom seems to be an ideal worthy of seeking, yet so hard to find.

Freedom is worth the fight, but in retrospect something that is inherent to one..to all.

Freedom first starts in the mind and then is offered to the the hands, mouth, and heart.

Freedom is offered in the air and on high.

Freedom comes from one source.

We are free to accept it.

Free—dom!!! click….here 

We Two

How amazing it is to be called by that Name

We Two

How fortunate to be drawn to another like this

We Two

How energized by the flowing source

We Two

How blessed ..oh how blessed

We Two

How glad to be gifted with insight like a child’s eye

We Two

How glad to have so many and so precious

We Two

How endowed with the gifts and wisdom of our elders

We Two

How completed by the One out of nothing