From The Eye Of This Hurricane

From The Eye Of This Hurricane

John W. Gilmore

The world stands still

in my sacred place,

despite the hustle and bustle

of people in motion,

going to exotic places,

or

to negotiations that will change

the fate of lives dependent

on the buying

and selling

of food,

clothing,

stocks and

bonds,

hopes and dreams,

and inner worlds.

I stand and

watch the world go 'round

from the eye of this

hurricane.

In my eye I see

clear blue skies,

golden sunshine

Dorothy's house crashing down

in a land of multicolor

somewhere over the rainbow,

but still battling with

the inner demons

to learn the great secret

that will take you home.

Home,

a place over and under

the rainbow

where red and yellow,

greens and blue merge

leading to the pot of

gold.

The essence of the human

being.

Riches buried in this

clay jar

that only exists when the colors of the rainbow merge,

turn to golden light

and we arrive

at the end together.

Some day I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where trouble melts like lemon drops up way above the chimney tops that's

where you'll find me.

That's where you'll find you...Home...somewhere over the rainbow...

here,

our real home.

Can't you see it?

©March 4, 2013

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