We dwell in the perceived safety of our illusions..........
by
Pam Lawrence
I lie here sewn mysteriously
into the seams of some safety
surrounded by love and permanence...
Half real, half illusion.
No one is safe from everything, forever and
love ends up transforming itself into
molecules of movement
with a grand finale exit
passing from life to death and back and forth again
thru the timeless veil we perceive to separate worlds,
but it does not ....
All is energy,
the accumulation of our minutia and nature’s miracles,
sometimes controlled like my bedroom's safety...
Other times energy wildly unconstrained
by any manmade boundaries
an unleashed fury with the strength
to lift the dead from the bowels of the earth
with its breath, a howling
thru someone’s perceived safety...
Their bedroom walls of warmth and illusion.
