glory be

7 Jun

sunrise over ashley river

in the middle of the night – it all becomes so clear.

Sleeplessness can be the same as sleeping.

I do not know what is on television,

I have no news except the sky – a storm arrives

without

a name known by me.

I can easily escape this bed, this house, this little body shell –

I am as big as my whole city, silent

watching the clouds roll in on eye level. ย The lightning

illumines the billowing mass insurgency of storm.

wind whips – I have no body, yet I am here.

sky dome cracks in two, crashes down,

the vacuum of space sucks out all the filth of man-

who cares where it goes now.

A night can pass this way.

Clockwinder, I see the mystery of

Birds awakening before the light.

Why now do I shrink?

Back in this woman body,

listening with human ears,

the rattle of the shutters,

the bending of the trees;

glory be.

Thoughts knock on every door;

one little crack and in they rush,

silly men in suits.

I do not follow them,

or read from their notepads.

The meeting at eight is cancelled, you know,

Loosen the ties, get thee to the beach.

Choke yourself on salt and surf,

and let the rip tide take you out.

8 Responses to “glory be”

  1. kimberlyharding June 7, 2013 at 2:12 pm #

    “Sleeplessness can be the same as sleeping”– I felt the same last evening. Very beautiful

    • marga t. June 7, 2013 at 5:07 pm #

      in sync with sleepawakeness ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. britlight June 7, 2013 at 2:26 pm #

    Wow. Thank you so much for sharing that video and for your entry today. I enjoy reading you very much.

    • marga t. June 7, 2013 at 5:08 pm #

      Thank you, so nice to share back and forth.

  3. seeingm June 7, 2013 at 5:45 pm #

    When things go bump in the mind in the middle of the night, how wonderful to write so eloquently about it instead of letting consciousness wander off, taking being awake and putting it fast asleep! The body forced prone under the blanket of creeping panics is a challenging way to ride out such a storm. HOW POWERFUL THE WISDOM of riding fear out into the middle of the tempest of the thoughts that blew it in… of taking it to the beach and not fighting it’s hold, but lovingly letting it dissolve and die where the seeming solidity of our constructs meet other potential trajectories at sea. Yes, glory be to riding those waves on the tide of mind washing out, those that cleanse and set us free! That’s our girl, all suited up in her night surfing gear… sharing her STUNNING INSIGHTS!:)

    Oh, the beautiful alchemy of MT in the dark of night expanding her soul touching the light (so gracefully captured from your perch on that cloud of clarity in the eye of whirlwinds). They are words left in celebration to the felt experience of their truth… said over and over and over… until one day, their light never goes out, even in the darkest moments of the longest night, ever again. The blinding brightness of their truth immediately streams through each attempted crack, forcing those tiny little big men of the mind permanently to move their gathering place elsewhere. Move along, move along fear, as there is not much of anything left here to see :).

    CONGRATULATIONS of the heart from another, who when her house went super quiet, has known many night terrors, too. Difference for me, I could cry out without panicking anyone else with my fears. When there are two precious beings tucked in after bedtime stories and kisses in the other room, the quiet dance with such needed death is amplified. DEEP BOW…one of the deepest ever, for showing the loosing of that life, without a messy murder scene. Being in that head space in the darkness of their storm with children in tow is a truly sacred place to be. You are never awake asleep alone there, even though it is important for moments that you absolutely feel you be.

    Licking the taste of salt on the cheeks from happy tears as I celebrate with you, glory be! -xx.M

    • marga t. June 8, 2013 at 1:52 am #

      Oh my dear Ms. M – Your perception is such a reflection of clarity (and metaphor) back to me, I scarcely know what to say. You see things I put out there I am unaware of at this spot on the journey. The tiny little big men are well on their way to mid-atlantic basin by this point ๐Ÿ™‚ Was that all just last night? Deep Bow back, regardless of split pants or toppling over, for your heart which gives in strength from source that nourishes me and others so deliciously along the way. So many salty tears, lately…I guess I’m finally making up for the stoic march for so long. XXXXX!m

  4. Awake June 8, 2013 at 2:04 pm #

    Silly men in suits, I do not follow them or read from their notepads, the meeting is cancelled, get thee to the beach and choke yourself on salt and surf…theses are yummy words and images that make my whole body smile and wave. Hope all is well sync sister.

    • marga t. June 8, 2013 at 3:47 pm #

      All is well, sister! Now is when we can trade and I can come your way to enjoy a bit of cooling down ๐Ÿ™‚ We enter the days where the sand burns your feet and the water is like a bath…not quite yet, but soon… Enormous grin and wave back your direction!

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