POETRY
Long before before
And long before ago
Was established a connection
Between myself and two I know
They're as real as you and I are
Residing partially in me
The fact that we were chosen
And the fact that we are three
Spent most of a lifetime
Deciphering this riddle
I know me as an apex
And I know me as the middle
I know that we're conjoined
From hip to cosmic hip
Ménage à trois of the mind
From spine to base to tip
Triad soul how I can taste it
Two are half and one is whole
pSata and her sister
Caroline – I'm meant to know
I met them on a "spaceship"
In a place they call a dream
After alien encounters
I knew that we were WE
There's no way I can deny them
I made a promise to her face
That I would find them
And would be there
In that time
And in this place
They came in a dream -
Recurring
From twenty-one to seventeen
No matter how I view the timeline
I am them and they are We
For years I kept misstepping
I was always so inclined
To paint each new person
I encountered
As pSata...
(Or her sister Caroline)
Their memory completes me
It lets me know I'm not alone
It lets me know the taste of comfort
And the fact I have a home
And when finally I embraced it
Gave in fully to the dream
My eyes were opened
To signs and wonders
And the Great Spirit spoke to me
And now I'm three years in my travels
My life divine with Midas touch
Where I put my energy and focus
A sacred pathway opens up
But I learned this from submission
To this truth that lays before me
To the fact that I am smitten
By these two who so adore me
To the fact that I have purpose
To the fact I can't ignore it
To the cause of distant struggles
And to all which come before it
- - - - - - -
Back in May of Twenty Twelve
When I gave in and hit the road
I followed song and frequent visions
Toward the place I had to go
Short of that I was all but clueless
Let the future speak to me
From roadsigns or a birds cry
Or the stranger sites I'd see
Each clue straightened my path
Oh those moments of excitement!
To see the universe is speaking
To my new eyes that couldn't hide it
Opportunities abounded
I have rarely had to try
I simply stick to my persistence
And let some higher power drive
And now I'm here
(Built my foundation)
With all my words come back to me
After years of my frustration
I nearly speak in poetry