Red Wave

Out on the waves

So much pain so much pain

Surging up inside me

This pain is not a hurting

It is soft

Turning papery feelings to pulp

Past memories filter

Through the surface of conscious awareness

I realise how porous I am

Past is always present in the body

Only mind liars tell us we are making it all up

Hooked by useless dreams and imaginings

Doubt filters its black bile

Spewing it onto

All of our inner knowing

Laying it waste

Splitting us deep within

Stealing the wave and trying to make us believe the delusion

That we stand on solid ground

When truly all reality is shifting sands beneath our feet

Wave you rise up to meet me

And rinse me, disappearing my reality

Which is paper thin and delicate

Interspersing it with many holes

Through which soul’s filtered light

Bleeds its magnificence

Into my inner being

Radiant red blood knowing

Rises like a flood

And carries me home

Present in past

Past in present

To a far deeper reality

Within which I am truly known