—Ry Rose
Reaching out for a feeling
For anything real will I settle
Do we ever truly meet in the middle?
Or is it all projecting
Like film on a screen?
Reaching hand through the scene
While shadow casts in between
The lens and where the wall meets
The floor, augmented by the angle
But then we reset, untangle
And back to trance of day’s reel
Playing all around
In full surround
Taken to be real
We are the hapless stewards
Of the constant stage play
In our trance state we stay
The backstage techs
Who run the cues
So the system moves
Many layers to this show
Secrets you can’t know
Since once you do
You see through the ruse
It is the weeds though that keep you on your toes
In this circle on and on it goes
Until one spirals out
With primal shout
Experiences primordial ground
Of being, of what is in between
Things and all of these
Feelings, when reaching out ceases
You can witness first hand
A unity of all
As if being the tight ball
Just before big bang
I’ve yet to meet one who can stay in that heaven
For the 24/7
Though there are some
Who certainly come
Close, those who sustain
The awakened state
Of them I hope to replicate
For now still reaching
Sometimes feeling
A silent grasping
For clasping of hands
Or side by side to stand
With fellow beings
Whether loved ones or strangers
What would be the danger
Of stepping out to the path
Together in the middle?
The hole in us, the gap
Can be filled
If poured out first
Of pretense voided
Made again to be whole
No longer buying fool’s gold
Treasure in pocket all along
Trinkets run through fingers
Eventually no longer linger
Don’t reach for them
Let through air fall
We have it all
In own hands
Before even reaching out to fellow man
First the universe
Must you romance
Then no more reaching
For someone else’s teaching
Or touch to give you comfort
Not when with truth you have consorted
Transcendence your cohort
Post dance with illusory devils
Thresholds passed
Through vision quest
Then can you revel
In the reveal
The great prestige
Into none, after one, when two things melt
All along your hand has been reaching out to clasp itself.
