My signature poem – Journey

Journey
This poem, Journey, is like my signature poem. I composed it at the beginning of my eclosure after 66 years. It is still my truth. It is a guide which allows me to recognise the journey of others.
It is so thrilling. I try to describe how I balance the way I am the observer of my Journey (my Work, my Endeavour, my Passage, my unselfconscious ritual of the being I call me) against the unending flux of it.
One element of the wonder at this unfolding is the bright newness of it. Nothing is the same. It is newness without end. There is an inclination to want to find stability in a maelstrom of newness.
There is a need for a gathering of myself and of my balance as I walk out into a high gale. Please! Let it pause, and give me time to see what’s happening and where it is I’m going!
But the visualisation of my new surroundings, though it may be confusing, is in many ways exactly what it is I am waking and walking into! There no otherwhere from which to observe.
I am not going anywhere new. I am new. I am new EveryNow.
On the one hand, all that the me I call myself has been before is out of mind and out of date. On the other hand, where I am arriving can be felt by me with such intensity as to be overwhelming.
Overwhelm of beauty, of love, of wonder and gratitude, to name only a few. That there is only positivity and that there is a perception of the moment as being a continuum of flux is the truth about the journey.
If I take the measure of my face with scepticism for the words I use, I can always touch into my heart. I see the orange glow, I hear the silent melodies, and my heart redistributes love into balance.
This touching the heart is a way to feel the grace of knowingly being alive, and it is always a flip-flop of divine pleasure. It is the visceral warmth from a glance – my lover’s eyes meeting mine.
I do not give myself imaginings of stories in which I play any part. To do that would lift me outside of the EveryNow. A whole world of paper thin blown glass structures would shatter. And I would be nowhere to be seen.
If there is any purpose to my presence, so intensively alight, in the flux of it all, it is to be as translucent as I can be, so these things I write about are not shaded nor occulted in any way by my shining them.
Last, in trying to find imagery that fits, I thought of this iceberg.
Here is a vast planetary ocean where towering huge ice people, lighter than the liquid where they’ve been living, are emerging from the deep. As they break surface, gigantic glittering waterfalls cascade from their shoulders.
Every enormous brilliantly shining face has mouth open in silent wonder at the sight of the deep from above, the perfect curvature of horizon, the sky, the sun, and the startling beauty of the others’ emergences
~ Love is present EveryNow

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