Crossing quicksand [#27 Wilton]

Revised February 6, 2014 version:

Crossing quicksand

         for Wilton Strickland

What lives are drawn and quartered with the words we weave? What boundaries define these words we use and abuse? What do words mean?

The minefields, shaded grey, trend to darkness, beg to bask in the light. You stand there, a watchman guarding the fortress of justice, a guide showing the way to safety. Is it always the high ground? What about caves? Do you sometimes find yourself a slave to the landscape, a raft crossing quicksand? In the maelstrom where lies the calm; if not beyond the event horizon, far out-of-sight of the vortex sucking ever down? What up-flow of wisdom will you now share from your depths of perception?

In the world of parry and thrust you stand there in armor. The law is your bible. You know it chapter and verse. What advice do you give when you reread the commandments and the answer is no? How to break this to clients...

Today the winter-sky is grey, full of snow. Are you that sunshine trying to break through?

© Kåre Enga [168.235] November 2011.

Earlier version:

What lives are drawn and quartered with the words we weave. What boundaries define these words we use and abuse. What do words mean.

In the minefields, shaded grey, which trend to darkness, which beg to bask in the light. You stand there, a watchman to guard the fortress of justice, a guide showing the way to safety. Is it always the high ground? What about caves. Do you sometimes find yourself a slave to the landscape, a raft crossing quicksand. In the maelstrom where lies the calm; if not beyond the event horizon, far out-of-sight of the vortex sucking ever down. What up-flow of wisdom will you now share from your depths of perception.

In the world of parry and thrust you stand there in armor. The law is your bible. You know it chapter and verse. What advice do you give when you reread the commandments and the answer is no. How to break this to clients...

Today the winter-sky is grey, full of snow. Are you that sunshine trying to break through?

Note to self, previous version: What lives are drawn between the worlds we weave. What boundaries define the words we use and abuse. What do words mean.

In the minefields, shaded grey, what trends to darkness, what begs to bask in light. You stand there, a watchman to guard the fortress, a guide showing the way to safety. Is it always the high ground? What about caves. And do you sometimes find yourself a slave to the landscape, a raft crossing quicksand. In the maelstrom where is the calm if not beyond the event horizon, far out-of-sight of the vortex sucking ever down. What up-flow of wisdom will you share from your depths of perception.

In the world of parry and thrust you stand there in armor. The law is your bible. Do you know it chapter and verse. What advice do you give when you reread the commandments and the answer is no. How to break this to clients...

Today the winter-sky is grey, full of snow. Are you that sunshine trying to break through?