In the forest
So bright
Daylight
Seemed like night
White hot
Without heat
And it purred
The way
A dragster purrs
Waiting
For the glove
To drop
Transfixed
My mind wanted
To run away
But my body
Was no longer
There
And then the purr
Became a roar
And all there was
Was light
And the sense
Of falling
Into a deep
White
Abyss
I fell
Until I
Became the light
That’s when
I knew
The bullet
Had found
My heart
Life was ending
Life was beginning
What was manifest
Became real
Returned to spirit
Returned to energy
Returned to light
Returned to love
But would soon
Become
Manifest
Again
Without memory
Without remorse
Without attachment
Without guilt
Without anger
Without hatred
With utter freedom
To be love
North Vancouver
British Columbia, Canada
On location for Zoo, Season 2, 2016
April is National Poetry Month and I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge (NaPoWriMo) — 30 poems in 30 days. Though, I’ll no doubt write more than 30. 😉
All the poetry I write this month can be found here.
Pix to Words 