Her own highway
Illumination is funny
I was attending one of those spiritual awareness groups so popular in the 90’s, very hip very knowing, many books for sale. We chanted HU for twenty minutes and bonded in anonymity - so effective it was almost psychedelic.
I know I was in a trippy headspace. It compelled me to write a poem about the interesting looking women who was the chosen speaker. She stood up to speak. Tall, thin, carrot colored bushy hair, with a pale complexion.
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The part in her wooly red hair
Ran right down the middle
Of her head like a desert highway
Narrow and straight. Two tight braids
on either side resembled cactus and
Miniature red tumbleweeds.
The highway part
ran right through and spilled out
Onto her face resembling a desert lake
With a nose in the middle
When the tiny island of her mouth moved
The part turned into a beam of light
And illuminated the words she spoke:
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“The moon captured
By rain water in a
Frayed abandoned tire
Reflects the dual mind
Caged between logic and chaos
And though the water spills
the moon still appears
the same in every puddle”
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Overhead from someone in the group, ‘Wow, that was deep’
Yes, well I was certainly relieved, I think I actually just uncovered the key to enlightenment and as most spiritualists--I think will agree--the secret is to keep a healthy sense of humor.
About the Creator
Jan Portugal
I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.
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