On The Inside of People
There are things on the inside of people
you can't know from the outside
Twisted vines and ovals
Shifting
Separating
Shifting
Separating
Curving back towards one another
You might see something move in their eyes
Palpating thumps of flattened moments
Rise and fall
Seeping across faces
(sometimes urgently)
out of bodies
hands
shoulders
Then there are those who seem to have no inner motion
The ones who start....
Starring perplexed back at themselves
Drawing upon a hint of fluttering bird wing
Deciding gesture and pose
Pre-thought distribution of physical matter called Self
The slight of external eyes
wandering over questionable movements
Distorting songs
Crucial poetic slashes cut
Across timelines of potent expression
Who exists beyond the torment of external and internal life?
Who continues to live outside abstract thoughts running rampant in the heart mind?
Who can dissolve the pre-birth anxiousness of wanting and needing first breath?
Of toiling weightless
In the timeless time
In the spaceless space
Pushing towards opening expecting light
Ultimate escape from the realization of being
Of incessant wondering of the
I AM
Within pure knowledge of silence
Comes acceptance of totality
A free push and pull
Of natural realms
Beginning forces
Recognizing form.
-shem/2002
