Clarity by Tracy EllenFor when I stand on the lands about
When I wander, wade and walk
When I stalk and glide and run and hide
and think of all our heartfelt talk
I know inside there will come a time
when at this place were the lands rise
where they reach to seek their awesome peaks
I will see the truth in your eyes.
Two souls will speak to me as one
and I will be enabled to listen,
oh, most carefully, which is most rare you see
except through this re-christen
I speak, of course, of clear vision
Unspeakable to most, this revelation
of humbleness and humility, gratitude and futility
which make clear this sick assimilation.
Most like games of mud
of shallow murky haziness
Where lies seem true and truths are askew
in this pleasantly accepted craziness,
I explain so you know
how this vast openness can
with beauty reach and harshness teach
you to unlearn and understand.
And so I shall open and hope
that openness this hopelessness reposes,
That the one unseals and the one reveals
all that life and lifelessness encloses.
06/28/2006 Posted on 06/28/2006 Copyright © 2024 Tracy Ellen
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