Alchemic Verse

Transmuting pain to poetry


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With my eyes on the horizon
I never see the flowers at my feet
With fingertips just brushing them
Yet still my mind would race beyond the beat

That my heart makes as the path curves
So gently through a verdant grove of trees
That searching for the opening
Blind to the birds alighting next to me

What if I miss it all
While moving for what’s next
A never ceasing search
And never finding rest
To be the best

With my thoughts accelerating
My feet freeze firmly planted where I stand
With a childlike resistance
My body says it’s getting out of hand

That my nervous system’s signals
Aren’t cutting through the mental marching band
That insists on playing faster
I stomp each feeling’s pavement into sand

What if I lose it all
Avoiding every fear
And always keeping love
That tries to find me here
From coming near

Until unstoppable force (of mind)
Meets immovable object (body)
Unavoidable crash course (run blind)
Too late to swerve or correct (or see)

With skinned knees I’m finally grounded
My face to earthen pillow where I fell
With sharp shallow breaths that cut through
The ringing in my ears that silence swells

That my fuller lungs will soften
So slowly I can rise up to my feet
That sway wide before they steady
Their tempo gives the mind and heart one beat

What if I find it all
By crashing to my knees
And always getting up
Relearning how to breathe
Childlike persistence
Reminds me just to be
Slow down to see
Feel to be free



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