The Outback Here... at dawn...
For T.K., wherever he may be seen... found...
The thoughtfulness and letting go of hands
Once more
Was a thrice-opened wound again and sweetly
Bound with wrappings and laid to restOf course it makes sense to leave things
Out on the table and also in the world
Of fictional readings on an electronic screen.Ah yes...Everyone has, each to each their own life
And so it ought stay and will be
Until time itself echoes Ouroboros
In design and circular wisdom.The fact that I know there will be a distant contact
Maintains my heart in the present,
Your encouragement of my creative side of nature... Filled with love I release my various naive enthusiasms to
Zephyr and the other winds, gentle and
Occasionally a wee bit more tumultuous...
But always only I'll be
Wishing gentle breezes to carry you into
Your many tomorrows.Such a beautiful old soul
I feel the truth in it... in you.
And wish you gems and treasure
In all the moments of your long days
Future becoming present, the only place
Where it can be truly known and felt. I will be here, evolving and devoted
From that past point forward.
Ever open to know news of you
You who gave so much to help me get started
At such a newly attempted life free
Of old slavery. First steps tentative and awkward
Though they may have been.I can't tell you what this has meant to me,
All my life long.
Grateful, I draw breath
And let it out again in a knowing sigh
Timeless and filled with hope and some..
Resolution, redemption and later,
Should I be lucky: transcendence.
Thank you most kind and true.Released another part to yourself,
Do what you're meant to do...
I know
You will and am at peace.
Though when, she could not say...
And time coiled like a snake at the base of
Some universal subtle spine...