by S.D. Sommerfeld

Created on: July 23, 2008

many are so concerned with time

their precise clock-tick commanded slaveries

I've been asked; what with mine

I cherish my time catalyzing epiphanies

sun's-day I remember

the intense and every day effect

of our life's fuel star

and all like it in the eye of my imaginative intellect

moon's-day I remember

the effect of our moon on our cycles

the effect of all the gravity of other

masses orbiting in elliptical circles

water's day I remember

the fluidic serenity of the true flow

in the universe; a doubt suspender

clearing fear from the path where I must go

wind's day I remember

the constant free change of directions

at speeds infinite undeciphered

to all but our spiritual instrumentations

earth's day I remember

to love those things closest to me

the green leaves dangling lazier

on the breeze's sobbing willow tree

fire's day I remember

the fusion of the twinkling infinite eternal

fluidity of the energy of every star

the liquid-wind-warmth radiated and internal

spirit's day I remember

infinite eternity; the white light of divinity

which shines so bright that it casts a shadow

of light; the veil of dream which is what only five senses see

a veil of layers of shadows

so many one could peel them away one by one and never reach the core

yet it is micro-thin to those without any doubt or fear

a collective consciousness of unique bright shining close embraced stars

dreaming together for want of something to do

remembering this I forget every word in my mind

I let go of every desire in my heart; every want lingers in my spirit

I remember that I am here to do what I want

and from a clean slated reset begin anew on my quest of purpose

I remember the song of war

I remember how it begins

I remember the long introduction of tick tick tick

and the alarming buzzing noises from numbered boxes

in the dark

I remember its candy dancing jingles

I remember its cha-ching and its feathery whispering

of dreams that it may buy

I remember its value and the sweet song of sorrow

poured out in high volumes of lamented cries

for all the things it cannot buy

the drip drip drip

of all the tears of doubt

rolling down and splashing on the floor

the thud thud thud

of all the striking out of fear

flesh slapping other flesh

the click click click

of metal on metal

sparking and exploding

the bang bang bang

of soaring spirals of death

tearing through flesh

the boom boom boom

of all the bombs of war

~ and then ~

I remember

what I am here for

and I center on the apex of liquid truth

and I align my wings in breezy freedom

and I solidify the massive connection of love

going with the revolutionary~lightning~flow

of all of energy

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