The long journey's pathway exhausted and consumed the essence of the heart of a soul. Its flesh form hunched beneath a giant tree to rest in a familiar place of comfort and peace in solitude. The spirit of the soul draws life from the sacred familiar ground, where Mother Earth harbors her deeply grounded mysteries. Secrets held within her core, where the soul’s human structure evolves from the dust of her deepest roots in a timeless dimension… To follow destiny is a thinker’s choice...
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Destiny or Merciful Surrender
This piece is a tribute to a
life lived that could no longer be saved… It has taken a few years to write
something about someone I did not know until our fated intersection, that day
at the river…A cathartic attempt to walk a mile in another’s shoes. Sometimes our life changes so quickly we
don’t really even comprehend how drastically a moment changes everything.
...a free form narrative prose poem by Harlon Rivers
Destiny or Merciful Surrender
Standing on the edge of a
cliff, Dark circled eyes span the
distant horizon Visible signs of an unsettled
agony trembles from within the
skin's surface Racing thoughts suffer in
search for glimmers of hope’s
shining light, All the while trying to gain
focus through the distracting fog
and haze of the inevitable price to be
paid. Thoughts of waiting here
forever wane as this haunting loneliness,
won’t leave me alone
Struggling for balance, Teetering on the brink of gracious
surrender. Notions of ever belonging
faded with the final concluding memories; That fated moment when the
last rumination of physical human touch
vanished like a smoldering wick without
wax Smoke rings rising to
dissipate, disappearing into an
untouchable dream...
Never really understanding whether destiny carved the
pathway of the long and twisting road
leading to this defining
crossroad Or is it the preordained instant
of forgiving surrender, Doomed from the very
beginning… There were many rivers to
cross since the age of innocence Jumping off cliffs with the
faith to fly like a bird, soaring into the great abyss.
Now frozen in an awkward
moment of confused trepidation Daunting indecision overwhelms
distorted perception Essence… praying to the
spirits of the universe for the strength to
understand the nebulous lines between destiny and merciful surrender.
Asking for the strength to
accept that which cannot be changed
At the cusp, high above a waiting river too wide to
cross… Rolling out to sea… on the way back to where I
started Physically too tired to reach
for another unknown distant
shoreline. Love is a river of tears better crossed when you’re
young… “Its only water, I want it
washing over me, Washing over me”…
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