My Creator, today grant me the wisdom to seek Your wisdom. Help me to Walk of the Red Road.

Normally I wouldn't post my derivations from a poem, I usually just share what I've been reading (hence the the blog whatiamreading ) and let everyone who comes across my postings derive their own leaning and happiness from a literary work.

Mind you I've had help with this- I know the author; we come from the same town, went to the same schools and were in high school at the same time, although not in the same year- and I asked him about this particular piece of work. We still have many things in common, we again live in the same city, we seem to know all the same people but truthfully I prefer his company to that of most that I've known all my life. I seem to be that special brand of quirky that appreciates the brilliant and interesting in someone else, regardless of what the rest of the world may think.

The original text of Alimitlesswindow is quoted in italics, my interpretation in regular text. For me (and this might give some insight as to how my mind works as well) the title Alimitlesswindow opens a window in my soul. Doors as well as windows are very emblematic for me. My favorite quote is by Alexander Graham Bell~

"When one door closes another door opens;

but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door,

that we do not see the ones which open for us."

And as I was so lovingly reminded this week life is circular and we are destined to heal, from within, repeating life in a circular motion until we spiral to the next level. For me this week I believe I spiraled upwards, ever mindful of the road I walk, the unique set of circumstances that I've been given, by the universe, to work with. I almost think of it as a cosmic shift, one I've prepared all my life for but was sure would never come.

Cramps the tool – wrench

under the breast

This line pertains to the heart, which I like to think is the heart of all humanity, we all have a beating heart and when we stop and listen in the silence to our own beating hearts we can hear the whispering of our blood, our red blood, the blood of the universal continuum, the blood that will fuel the heartbeat of a future generation.

the New Worm Moon is desperate

Don't all moons have a name? At the time I write this the Blood Moon is coming up quickly but why couldn't it be the New Worm Moon symbolizing the heart's demise and the cycle of nature that not only follows the Harvest Moon, a time when everything not harvested rots in the fields? When the cycles of the circular life are not linear and they are left to their natural rhythms it is inevitable that life renews, begins again and love again finds the heart, not as it once was, but as it will be.... again.

and reflects it's none-ness

None-ness - which for me is the state of absolute oneness.

on to the midnight street

The time of desertion when loneliness becomes a running, rampant stream, outside, walking, looking within at the the windows of each home's soul. Being locked outside of one's self, away from the pulse of the stream.

fingers each leaf of fate

For myself the leaves of fate are as numerous as the cycles of life.

the evolution of skin

softens

under longings totem

I believe heart and soul in the totemic and emblematic totemic structure of the universe, that we are not left to walk this earth alone, we have guides of many different kinds. And those guides are well aware of our heart's longings and our earthly and not so earthly needs.

the folds of ocean tides

What better to symbolize the rise and fall of eternity than the rise and fall, the folds of the eternal tides?

under the influence of

moons moribund ride

The cycle of the moon, the etymology of the word moon itself... the cycle by which the tides rise and fall.

returns blue and

My favorite moon of all the blue... the moon meaning never, the one which we all think will never come... and that we all hope for, for me the moon that opens the 13th door... the one door which behind hides all that is real.

pale, an easy Phoebe

The Phoebe, so often seen and not seen, just as so many times we walk through life seen but never really seen for who we are, all hoping for that one who can see us as we really are. As the Phoebe migrates through the seasons and the willfulness of the heart, the season of the heart, hoping and not hoping, wanting to be seen.

in the weeks to

The seasonal changes....

come, oh yeah clandestine

Visible and not visible until suddenly the eyes open and truth is seen...

rose over our

back lot trees

Emblematic of all the seasons...

one single star, or

One shining star, one shining moment... of life, of living.

Jupiter, angry

sputtering and alone

waiting for crisp

union, in springs soft

water dissolution.

Jupiter the God of all cosmic justice, wanting all to be seen and not seen, the heart open, vulnerable and yet eternally hoping... searching.... the fluid of the ages, coursing through our veins, giving us life... and love...

Just my two cents~ I hope this makes up for missing a few days of writing. Sometimes our greatest perils become our greatest moments and out of them, if we're just lucky I think, come our greatest friends...

~Peace~