worlds of awareness

There’s a secret there.  Among the green-flooded faces,

And the bones, solid in the oldest of hearts.

It’s in the sky, deep in great rivers held in frozen light.

If in sleep, One can taste it.

Just a hint,      only a sliver.

Of what is, what was, and what will be.

Infuriatingly simple, so subtle,      yet free?

Free. What a strange, alien world.

So far, yet there always - a star, among many,

It shines the brightest.

I would go if I could, but I live here.

My world, become my framework,

and ending up as my cage.

So I sit, in stasis, because I have never seen how beautiful I truly am.

3/8/’22