Beyond the Event Horizon
(Past the Black Hole of all we "know" there is what we remember... Take me there!)
Take me beyond The Event HORIZON
raise my EYES HIGHER
than the edge of all I think I KNOW,
farther than all the places I GO…
WILLINGLY, because
CHILLING ME in my BONES
is the real knowledge I KNOW...
THOUGH, in this moment
ESCAPES ME
SO, I fall into a black hole of old tired, so-called wisdom…
Please come… RESHAPE ME!
Give me courage to LEAVE what's UNTRUE BEHIND…
To LEAP!
To cross bridges BRAND-NEW
And FIND...
real THINGS.
Surprise me with sudden-sprouting WINGS
from my too-tired, heavy-burdened BACK.
CRACK Me...
Open Me!
Inspire me AGAIN...
You...
My God
My Goddess
My Heaven
My Self
My Ever-new FRIEND!
BLESS ME!...
With Vision to see beyond SIGHT...
And to never look back when once in FLIGHT.
Take me too, where hearing hurtles light years passed SOUND...
Help me UNBOUND!...
reach a place where feeling arrests REASON
display before me not-yet-known SEASONS!
Where new FLOWERS
SHOWER me
ROSES raise me
POSIES kiss, PRAISE and
MAKE me Mari…golds bursting with never-seen BLOOMS
freeing me from yesterday’s
drabby
dusty
danky
dull
"don’t take me back there" TOMBS.
Unveil True Knowing that makes plain knowledge
its toy...
its trinket...
its discarded doll...
its forgotten PLAYTHING...
Help me SPRING!...
Toward the ALMOST FORGOT ME THAT "I AM"
But DIAGNOSE ME NOT YET "LOST" ...
HOLD MY HAND!...
and let ME...
BE...
reminded of HOME!
Fly me HIGH
so that I
re-member...
I am not
yet DONE.
Let me not settle for knowing what I already KNEW,
nor think all these skies I've already FLEW.
May I fly brave and strong... unafraid as I SOAR
Higher than where sense and all known senses ARE.
SPEED ME!
to that Hidden CAVE
where explanations go MUTE
Where True Me is SAVED
Made truer than TRUE
Where Peace overcomes me…
Where Bliss consumes DOUBT
Take me within Me,
not content now living WITHOUT…
Oh! DREAM-GIVER
DELIVER ME!
SWIM ME!
Beyond
paltry horizons
and wilted worlds
where sad secrets
breed FEAR…
into a magical (SEE)A
There! crystal CLEAR
Where, I live…
The Knowing, Remembering ME.
(For a video of the author performing this spoken word poem click link below.)
About the Creator
Hannah Logan
Act/Pen/Direct/Produce
Truth-Teller * Believer in Magic * Laughter-Lover
My hope...
to make art
that matters, moves, (a)muses
unlocks The Mystery
leaves good in my wake
so others
might do the same.
Insta @mshannahlogan
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