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