Into Every Soul

It’s a saying I learned through the bullhorn
looking down the cold barrel
while I was in the woods of the ole oaks
squirrel hunting…or maybe it was rabbit
or perhaps when I was thrust dancing
with those rockin love songs in the 70’s
bumping and grinding with hungry hips
and bare breast of flesh plunging blouses…

Either way it doesn’t matter…
We all have lessons in our path
Through the bulls-eye stud sight
or dance floors of one night stands
Either way you aim in to scope your target
…or your hips which bump & grind for more
we all have learned through time and consequence
motion tries with stillness
and quietude undresses with contemplation
as we all will continue to learn
evermore through blindfold’s eye…

But when the hunter becomes the hunted,
or the deceptive becomes deceived,
or the betrayer becomes betrayed,
it’s decidedly a new vision of circumstances
to know the truth of any situation…given or taken.
I know stillness in the duck blinds very well…

But I also prefer fresh duck to any store farms…
And so it goes on and on without questions or pretenses
that state of confusion some might not understand
but it is really all just a matter of fate arriving.
Twisting and turning her unbiased company.
Offering herself to even up the score cards,
and empowering the trusting visions of the heart
to see without doubts into every soul…
especially our own…as we bare witness
to trust our all empowering instincts-
Knowing the difference between the hunter
and the huntress…as we do the deceiver and the deceived…

(Written July 8th, 2010 4:44 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley