IsNess

Sitting serene
in the spring heat..
clinging to the breeze
blowing
so briefly..
but it relieves me momentarily
as the rays disappear
 'neath calm clouds
coloring the sky..

The atmosphere seems hellish
but still I relish
in the beauty, best I can..
and bountiful scenes
spread widely and shared,
declared divine and especially sacred
by those who're aware enough
to see through
the minds murkiness,
the malarkey and drama
the darkness and traumas..

Eternal nakedness,
energy bare
everywhere
but elusive, exclusively exchanged leaving souls estranged yet elated, stillness instilled,
rising above roles
"required to be filled"
 introduced and installed endlessly, relentlessly regarded as essential but discarded by those entities
who've since elevated and
superseded spiritually
draining declarations
due to random
revelations
released
in an instance..

Lying supine
in layers and streams
of luscious light and heat
meant and sent to guide and ignite,
never dies down or runs out
supply seems limitless
with it's infinite isness..
reflected in us
the infants growing in the most minute
of increments
but we're the instruments
who've proven to be detrimental
to ourselves and everything else
surrounding,
continuing to confound..