Immersion – Souls and Their Seeking
Immersion
Bodies willfully entering into realized freedom
Allowing complete release into the depths of stimulation
A realm of that which is, or that which could be
Time, it feels, has taken leave of its momentum
Space remains but only as a moving feast
Weightlessness and yet bound still by gravity
Higher and higher, the rapidity of acceleration
Tense, controlled, and then a great nothingness
Aloft, gently gliding along invisible avenues
Winds racing, pacing, then slipping in stream
Unchecked discharges, pure energy, wild and untamed
Turbulent bursting tempests of unimpeded chaos
Voluminous drafts hastily cloaked in playful canopies
Brightness teeters, above, below, and within
Night and day often balanced with proper direction
This symphony of regularity, performed daily
But still such a worthy performance of unique singularity
While humanity awaits in suspended confinement
Watching eyes seek the collision of naked audio
Surreal admiration found in constant aerial interactions
Wispy clouds first separate, then reappear as one
Tiny crystals captured in prismatic water droplets
Sighted and sightless alike, passing without recognition
Miniature monuments of unruly tumbling ice
Lost together in their endless cycles of circling swirls
Directionless but nevertheless holding predetermination
Never poised without succession nor successor
Eternity spins the tales, adding pages at will
The tome of perpetuity and passion scribe
Bridges hail in multicolored waves of illumination
Morning light or shades of northern light
Perhaps Asgard’s rainbow playful reveal
Oceans fade from black to greenish blue
Finally, to the sands and soils of the land
Terra Firme bellows out a joyful welcome
And true, within all hearts a needed chorus
Verses rich in untold yarns of losting and finding
Discovery waits for souls and their seeking
Life has withstood the depth of imagination
Now beholden to each the seer’s eyes
Yearning measured in that which whispers to us
Descending continually checking movements
Thoughts free to navigate the grounding
Until at last, the moment whispers adieu
The great wheel tips forward as another turn
And the moment becomes memory
Additional Reading
R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.
His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here
The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work
Ralph also writes on HubPages
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