very much alone
in a void
in a crevasse
in a labyrinth with a quill
castles all around me,
left naked,
without the two buck toll
to pay the greedy gatekeeper
at the entrance to my soul
up going Jacobs ladder
to scale the Kingdom’s wall
I read a message in the mortar
of a prior writers fall -
taking focus on the moment
I glanced from where I came
I saw Jesus in the junk-yard
Buddha without shame –
corruption in the structure
only magnified the pain – what gain?
ascending upward
to the underground – what left unfound?
but a virgin in a breadbox
recording a world
with no sound –
she motioned – enter
the apparition fell away
leaving a mirror and a mantra
only without prayer
and a writer rapt in parchment
ink just laughing everywhere ..
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2008
Posted for One Shot Wednesday - Where poets and writers meet...
This is a piece I wrote and had posted on Soul Intention - in 2008.....bkm
