The Mindful Trance

Incredulous,

Incapable of

Concentrating, correcting,

And connecting

What else-

Were you expecting?

She walks,

Away from the moon

I can see her coming-

And going all too soon

Pieces, fragile pieces

Taken from her womb,

I shattered all those pieces-

To place them in her tomb

Recapitulate

The feelings we abate

Although the time has passed,

And we know it's all too late

Forever calming still-

With serenity is our will

Our thoughts and actions

The mystery,

And ourselves we kill

Fearing the silent existence-

We subterfuge the truth

Living in a mindful trance,

Rather than

Eternities expance 

(© A. Bougie 2/27/2002 )

The Neverending Dream

I, 

Am never

Going 

To remember

The dream

I am about to have

In its' full completeness

Therefore-

I should

Take the time

To know

That I 

Can

And, by all means

Will

Do my best

To experience it

As all encompassingly

As I possibly can

When I am

There

Making it happen

Even when its' seams

Show themselves to me

Its' still will

Make me feel as though

I can do nothing,

But sit, and think

About how it always seems

To happen

To eye, and eye

Alone

How, ever?

What I think 

Has no matter here

Untill, I

Am able to apply

All of the knowledge

That I have 

Pain stakingly gathered

Accordingly

Then, 

After all

Who's really to say-

Honestly?

That if it weren't for me,

Imagining-

It to be

Before I'd even thought

Of this

That you yourself

At this very moment

Seem to be

Reading

Just as though

You need to be

Seamlessly

Paying close attention

To me

Which is in itself

An improbability

When you could

Really be!

Making all these words up

As we both go

Along, together

Back to back

Because we'll never both

Realize everything!

At the same time,

I did-

Before I was told anything,

Because

After that I learned-

To talk,

And to think

That is now,

Ever so

Long ago

That I can never quite

Remember still

When it really and truly happened

To actually be

Just like that very same first moment

You tired, and tried

In vain to look away

And yet, now still

Cannot believe

That you could have seen

Clear, straight through me-

By blinking!

And at the same time 

Thinking-

If you fall from Grace

But are then able

To turn yourself

Around, again

So that you may- 

Fall face first!

But only, if

You will yourself 

From shame

Will you also then

Find the well?

And with its' help

Carry yourself

All the way up-

To realization

© A. Bougie (3/12/2003)