Hopeful Silence

The silence in my head is frightening.
Where have you been all my non-life?

It’s as if this moment
–here—
(Where it’s just the instant happening)
Is where Creation began.
Right now life is among us
Between us
It hovers barely out of reach
Tickling our auras.

It’s a cosmic cabal
A prophecy of hope stolen away
By the machinations of the Great Beast.
And here we are in the middle of it!
A singular star lights the Path
Proclaiming itself to be a hopeful destination.

Maybe the light lies –there—
Maybe my angel awaits me –there-
Her face aglow with messianic radiance.

Then I look inward,
Toward Heaven,
And I see where you dwell.
—-Jason DeGray

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on April 13, 2012, in Author, Fiction, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. So beautiful!

  2. *smiles while clapping loudly*

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