You can SCREAM in the desert.
What a release, to finally feel free to scream.
The other day I stood with the desert and SCREAMED.
--First time in my life.
Resonance,
Denied for a lifetime
Gushed forth.
The SCREAM became a River of Sound.
Enjoying the feel of it with no judge present to frown,
I opened myself to increase the Sound into a frenzy.
I could not. I could maintain the Sound but I could not intensify it.
Why?
Wondering about this took me away from the Sound,
Though it continued as backdrop.
“…you Watch”, said I.
“…Yes.”
“…You are Me, --Watching.”
“…Yes.”
“…We both understand that We control the level of resonance, just by observing.
“…Yes.”
“...So, We stop observing.
“…Yes.”
ONE can scream in the desert whenever needed.
“…Yes.”
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Copyright by Judith L. Bailey, January 9, 2008
All Rights Provided by ONE.
Sheila
A fine poem. Blessings J'nia
YES!!
Great write..
How are you kiddo?
Blessings,
Vesna :)
Maybe I should meet there and scream also, loved this, very inspiring, Take care Valerie
I wrote a piece entiltled 'Desert Sage'
This put me in mind of it
Keep up the writing
Heart, is all that counts, in writing
when the curtain is called 'daily' on the parade called life.
Honesty commands attention.
Folk will, 'salute'
Sincerely
Rodney
Leann
Be safe,
Karen
An intriguing observation... "You Can SCREAM In The Desert" guides and stimulates one to search for awareness of the real ME inside.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU