I know God
said the tailor who made my shirts
you've seen him in your nightmares
and in your blissful dreams
when the road of stone turns to and end
you can liberate the hidden secrets
Encaged in the mind of the wandering gal
through places of heat and burning souls
mountains and surring insects galore
I know God
he said
he smiled and his twitching eyes locked with mine
and I could smell the fishy breath coming out of his slightly opened mouth
exposing me to all that I ran from
disappearing into the only thing I remembered
the physical body where I lived my hours
while rain poured down on me
washing away the fears of disguised fear
with a touch of rosemary dust and lavender hair
streams ran endlessly along the mountains
weeping for the beauty of a certain pain
and de-egocentring the system of life
And inside of my hands I felt the movement
turned my palms up to the sun and lay them
down upon the soft cool earth and the wind blew and blows away, with steady care,
the poisonous untruth inside.
remained I stayed in words of unspoken
thank you while all was just and true and now.