After All

Category: Eve Moore Monday, 16 March 2020 Written by Eve Moore Views: 1300

After All

After math,

after logic,

after reason

and its stands,

after the second

guessing, helping,

chance after chance,

the third eye adjusting

to the sixth sensing,

after time, no time,

after separation,

—its partitions,

after no things

—nothingness,

after pain and

long suffering,

after knowing

and the denial 

of what cannot 

ever be known,

after deaths of

self as pictured

behind shut lids,

after dreams, the

days of dreaming,

after beliefs end

fixed believing,

after happily 

ever after, 

once upon,

after shadow,

shadow work,

after night falls,

after day breaks,

after births of lives

merged in promises, 

steeped in possibilities,

after offense and offending

and defense, defending, bury

the hatchet on zero sum gaming,

after the mad and the sad, the glad

have been expressed and felt and loved,

after the imagination unearths its compass,

after the rivers have come back home to their 

oceans, their clouds, their mountains—streams,

after control's relinquished its need to control,

after the winter has had its long, deep, dark

sleep, birthing its sap, rising up to spring,

after duality’s curriculum of opposition

has coalesced into harmonic melody,

after the future, which was nothing

but the past looping its prologue,

teaching survival to let go, thrive,

after sovereignty is birth-righted

and restored to native authority,

after noon—high, bright, above,

no casting of shady reflections,

after we’ve dared to peer into

the vast void, found its gold,

after we grasp that peace is

not a mooring but a current,

after conflict's surrendered

its need to resist, and exist,

after wonder splits us open

within grounding out there

letting the heart break out

of its solitary confinement

reclaiming lost innosense

in this sacred communion

where love and light play,

without condition, cause,

after vicious cycles cede

to life’s virtuous spirals,

after saying and doing

until there is no more 

to say, to be done,

we will breathe.

We will...still. 

We will be

free to be

just you

+ me

= 1

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Photo credit: Eve Moore

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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well. 

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix

This poem was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.

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