Diamond Rain
Caught unawares in a diamond rain shaking with cold
How did fate suddenly get so quick and immediate?
When did I step off into myself,
And begin to orbit time?
The vantage point that surrounds us
Is not just this moment,
But every moment you and I have ever or will ever live.
A handful of gems lie scattered like dust at my feet.
Each crystal reflecting every other facet of being.
Each stone weighs down heavy on my stomach.
Forced downward by the sheer gravity of events.
When I step out of myself,
I am no longer there.
Or rather I am here,
Just not in this world
In another that is merely reflection.
2 mirrors facing each other
A rag collects the dust between dirty faces.
This masquerade of illusions; bodies blocking light.
Will yield in the end to a more acute awareness
That is, once the eclipse we call our self has finally moved away,
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 