Mirror-cles
Winded trees dangle icicles, dripping pieces of heaven frozen in time seeing into mother's glass parts of me melt onto the stones I scramble, one more step towards daylight escaping clouds cover crispy snow leaps into the unknown nudged by currents descending from the peak. I weap vowels of song from this sensual domain breathing in rhythm with the winded trees. Ravens answer with silent screams of waking pleas to come home. unleashing the quiet fear and whispering doubt that is stranded, snaking itself within the braids of my being sneaking up in dreams blindfolding crystal vision I walk on walk through the lens, the film, the surface of the pupil of God. Jennifer Tibbitts Nov. 2010 |
The One Mind
Operating inside compartments Splinters of The One Mind we dream lives for ourselves to feel everything, to fall so far away, hiding like nesting dolls lost within trap doors, loops, and lies. It seems a cruel joke initially like licking lava from a leaf, mowing the grass with a razor, or playing hopscotch on quicksand, but sink into the one deep seat, sea outside those compartments and separations Open like a massive sun- roof retracting, you both lose yourself and find in the same moment all that is there is One Mind, One LOVE. Truth. From here suffering becomes so sweet, without it - as contrast of experience, we could not know that we are everything and nothing. We could not feel ourselves as LOVE, as black as the night as bright as the whitest light. Jennifer Tibbitts Feb. 2010 |