Burning Poetry

[MamaMoonfire]

When I got back to Colorado after my Virgin Burn last year, I was in desperate need of decompression. I had to get out the chaos of coming back out, leaving Home to try and live a "normal" life. (Can your life ever really be normal again after your first burn?)
So, I wrote a poem. Tried to figure out where to put this on the main site and decided here might be the best. If not, let me know where?

Fire in the Head!

The Opening of a Virgin's Third Eye

Lost in a sea of square boxes
these angles do not agree with nature
they do not match up to my mind's eye.
Tingles of energy wash over me
without ceasing,
Drowning in matter and energy particles,
I hear what you say before you open your mouth.
I feel the walls of the masses,
crushing in their obstinance
their willingness to not see the differences
between the ideas of reality and illusion.
For they are ideas only,
labeled and set on shelves
in neat little rows
by the scientists and philosophers of our day.
The mantra of
"It is only our own reality,
through our individual perceptions,
which counts. React accordingly."
Do they not see that interaction is vital for a reason?
You must bounce against others in order to fully participate,
the intent is nothing if you keep it silent.
Wrapped up in false hopes and fears,
assumptions made out of grey matter fairytales
which are so engrained,
it might as well be a genetic code.
In order to have the change we ache for,
there must be revolution.
Evolution.
I am more lost now,
with universal answers dripping from my tongue
stardust honey
which feeds the soul
and yet leaves it aching for more.
We all want to run away from the pain,
not realizing until it's too late that in flight
we cause more suffering than we prevent.
I am older than the hills
I am a newborn babe in this universe.
I love,
I hurt,
I become enraptured
I lose my way.
In all of this,
I learn,
change,
transform
and adapt.
My marriage bed is shared with Death.
Death of ways no longer needed,
to paradigms grown stale and rusty.
To lies told in good intention and the need to protect.
I have walls no more of my own volition.
Nerves raw and jangled
Brutal truths scrape my throat
grating the ears of loved ones.
How does one say:
"I see straight through you."?
How do you explain the x-ray vision
past all the masks
to the cowering centers of those around you?
When all you want is to scream and cry in frustration
the answers in front of their faces.
I no longer belong in this place,
chaos calls to me in balance with natural order.
I want circles and spirals
not 90 degree angles.
I want Truth
not brainwashing to lull the masses.
Slipping into madness,
this reality is unreal
surreal
it no longer makes sense.
Now a round peg
with a square hole rushing to meet me.
Do I run?
Do I embrace?
I have found that I am truly alone,
trying to make my reality.
My roots are gone
my emotions a whirlwind
I am the Universe
just waiting to see what happens next.
RMRF 05