Photo by Bruno Corben
I was very young with this energy signature of fear,
a grip of tension embedded deep in my gut,
brought in from Another Time.
It sounds like these clicking computer keys:
tap tap tap,
the clatter of a mind with the 3 a.m.
blah blah blahs of small worries.
Like unanswered emails,
their blue warning dots demand response,
jarring me into a wide awake nervous fret.
Or: Drip drip drip
the inner water torture of endless to do lists
inciting a harried rush from this-to-that,
fueling an addiction to activity that keeps me
on the surface of things.
Or the rapid, reactive:
thump thump thump
of a heartbeat when feeling
insulted, afraid or threatened.
Tap, drip, thump escalate to:
boom boom boom
with Big Worries,
a tribal nervous system of pulsing fears:
disappearing bees, polar bears, ozone.
Wars, so many wars.
The seductive, deafening noise of these times.
Sometimes beneath this cacophony
a Gong is heard.
Here, deep, prolonged fog-horned crescendos
summon my soul,
intoning, “You are so much more than this.
Return to me. Rest in Me.”
You could be ready
to live inside an Ancient Rhythm.
Let me ring you home.
From The Everywhere Oracle: A Guided Journey Through Poetry for an Ensouled World
Used here with the author’s permission.
