Power in Disappearing

There is a power in disappearing

in losing oneself to experiences

that we often discount

yet that define who we are.

 

Standing high on that bluff

is where I do my penance.

listening to what the grasses

whisper and rasp.

 

The blades dance and sway with light

alongside elm's whose branches bend and play

and whose leaves shimmer, even at night.

 

I stand vigil on the precipice's edge.

below sapphire crystal.

above cerulean opal.

 

Then Zephyr visits me

that messenger of change.

She crosses my outstretched arms,

cascades over my face,

cleanses my soul

which she then uplifts and ferries away

 

And I lose myself...

no more thoroughly than the Snake Handlers of the Appalachians.

 

My corporeal, My body, left there

in a Christ Pose under the drumming sun

Heart still thrumming to nature's song.

That vessel will turn to dust

crumble like pillars of salt and dunes of sand

 

But the world does not stand

still while i am whisked on the wind

that is encompassing you all.

 

touching you and thereby changing you.

 

And all this power cost

was that i become lost.

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