Process the memory
As part of the process
That no longer includes me.
Say goodbye, fear and shame,
Be as a feather on your way
As I no longer need to remember
The germ inside their husk
Also dust, just a place
You can leave when you like,
Blindfold and all, for the shell
Reverse engineered the seed.
The neighing continues
But the need for anything real
Pops like soap bubbles
Their impenetrable veils.
"Look at these scratches,
Pay attention to my wounds,
My new found friend is not,"
Brio warned, "what he appears."
Indeed, horses precede the stars
Born to house their life force.
Now they roam in Sagittarius,
That fixes its pursuit on pure truth
While the stones of Sirius
Cultivate every eccentric note
For the divine within each soul song,
The coherence of knowing what God is.
We manifest what naturally becomes us,
Reclaim our sovereign identity,
So nature can chime in on divine command
As reminder we are singular in theme.
Our identities are fixed in stone too.
The mind is just too large now,
Carving a meaning for our dwelling,
The only goal that remains.
A song of nickers and whinnies
As the sun goes down on
What its codes have turned to theory:
Steel bars, a rusted roof,
Some leather straps that might
Withstand the weather.
The quest for what is
Has barely begun.
