That Kind of Flow.

Dance, no lead, just go
with the flow,
Follow the rhythm, feel
each beat,
Wherever it may go.

Show the wake, crashing,
endless,
Shall it never break.

Never fake, always
forward,
Upward, onward to
brand new heights.

Ever guided, wisdom
and insights,
Heeding, yet feeling
direct from being.

Seeing, always
seeing,
Endless trance lost
in you,
One, yet two.
-END-
D.C. Chapman 3/24/2012

Breath.

Connecting complex, relaxed
limbic subconscious,
Semi-conscious no more, yet
remaining in the fore,
Watchful, involved, it all
lay resolved...

That face, forever traced,
those far reaches of heart
and mind,
Awake, not blind, filled
yet filling, seeking with
nothing left to find...

Just heart and mind...

Several levels traversed in
a blink,
Severed all links, centered in
all,
Resting in action, calm in
free-fall...

Bright burning away the
shadows,
Hollows filled to the core,
Begging for more, yet content,
satisfied...

Mere presence, just the presence,
Just that single presence,
Nothing more, nothing less, the
key to higherness,
That being, that unique
consciousness...

The source of complete
radiance...

-END-
D.C. Chapman
3/24/2012

Terms.

Suffer not these crazed eyes in
morning,
Suffer in mourning for what?
Content lost, bitter convulsions
repulsed by what was once
great,
Hate? Such a strong word, but
no, maybe not strong enough.
Tough! You wanted to see greener
pastures? Now you're stuck.
Too bad, so sad, but wait a minute,
this heart is terribly glad!
Fuck you.
-END-
D.C. Chapman
3/10/2012