On Tenterhooks

 
This is not worry or stress,
nor anxiety - I tell myself;
Even while panic engulfs the lungs
and the poor old heart cringes.
 Even though it is literally 
in my throat - that’s only a manner of speaking.
Its the dodgy mind that interprets,  
filtering what the body feels;
so natural expressions of terror and agitation
 are obstructed, dammed up, resulting in conditioned reflex: 
what’s this? It says.
Apparently feeling nowt.
Not a tear in sight.
A disconnect. 
A kindof unacknowledged Fear.
So I am told.
 
I thought this was due to a top-heavy head
 - wherever the mind-bit might be!
A shortage of Earth in my stars.
My humanness thus designed,
purposely, divinely so.
Or possibly atrophied, got somehow mislaid, traumatized en route.
 
Yet, but the soul sits like a rock
animate, someplace else.
Dumb, benumbed, perma-frosted,
incommunicado in 3D 
unless via a backroad muse, 
like this, 
leaking, eking it’s way out, willynilly,
over an obstacle course of argument and contradiction,
diversionary tactics and paradoxes.
This is not that.
                                                    Worry is just a hangover - or up.
 An idea. Embodied in a word.
Against all principles of purist Ideology,
and achieving nothing anyway
- smarty pants knows.
whilst planning to become serene.
 
Although it’s the Innate that truly knows the way, what’s at stake
and is a cool dude.
When the bodymind gets wind
that somethings up,
it’s instinct - along with its mortal baggage,
 goes into survival meltdown, flat-lines, freaks out
 in the head-on challenge 
of leaping between dimensions
  • crossing borders
bringing the abstract and immaterial
into direct physical manifestation
“Made flesh” indeed, right unto consummation.
The explosive cataclysm of birthing the New.
 
 So it seems, that is the process, 
whether personal, tribal, collective global or universal;
whether individual epiphanies,
group quantum leaps,
processes of evolutionary metamorphosis, 
transfiguration or mutation, 
Merkabic ascension & cosmic Shifts
enacting/ed throughout Creations’ holographic singularity and whole
  • in this eternal present.


April