Guys, I know this should be in the poems' section, but it just very accurately describes my feelings about how I am connected to my Guides and the Invisible College and future more enlightened societies...
Prism
Somewhere Out There where consciousness is birthed,
a collision of conflicting thoughts build a pattern that one day
would become my mind and world: a prism to catch
the light of the world’s words and see more than is said, hear
more than what is felt, smell tangles of wistful denials and
poisons that plume with desire and wretched control unraveled—
and here is where I stand now, lost in my colorful world,
trying to be a spoken name and a bond in another, in some way:
the prism takes in our chess match of words fought to the hilt
and reads a myriad of color that mean so much more felt,
it dials the tones into fabric that tells a story unsaid
and I fear, as is usual, it is all in my head,
shreds of perceptions that coalesce into an impression—
and maybe I am wrong, but this prism is my only interpretation;
how can I know for sure? can I feel the difference
between what is imagined and what is true, no matter its depth?
the prism absorbs your every gesture and glance,
filling it with feelings and nuances hitherto unnoticed,
and I fear my actions paint me as a strange puzzle
with reactions unexplained, the unsaid words stretching
a chasm of hazy notions not quite dreamed – and there! it all
unravels as all my control must: I ache to feel in a monochrome,
but nothing is ever quite simple in my mind, not even its dust,
and I fear I must continue to love and live in this prismatic chaos
if I would ever be true to my wily heart.
May 24, 2016
By: L.K. Melocco
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