mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Electric imagination plays memory tricks
To submerge our clear purposes under mist
Emerging excuses made by irresponsibility
Cover our ability to find stark realities
Grasp the hard facts of this situation
Before any possibility of action slips into the past


Reoccurring passages of stories and songs
Drop deeper into reverie to find beauty
Each of us is tethered to a version of truth
That obscures the whole picture from view


Signals indicating rapid devolution abound
Questionable practices brought us to this point
Regret is not a remedy for this injury
What will happen when clarity takes hold?
The fog settles into misty valleys of doubt


The passage of time is marked by blossoming
Each season concludes to celebrate with seeds
Scattered future potential rides on wind
To unknown destinations with no hesitation
In the belief that conditions exist for renewal


Accumulating karma is hard to avoid
Bringing to the surface the drama of secrets
Watching objectively as things claim space
Allowing debris from life to settle
We find fantastic reasons to let go

Sweeping up the debris falling from neglect
Washing the script of lines that incriminate
Wait for the curtain to open and witness
The decay of what is left of the standards
People know and remember


Best understood from a distance
Time slips into forms for continuous improvement
Reduces memory to a string of events
Possessions and other objects
Look faded in the background of now
This moment has what remains of then


The difference between stories and reality
Is a gap that is growing larger and heavier
No full grasp of the time can excuse or exclude
Serious efforts are designed to obstruct truth


Slither to a new level of confidence and stealth
Find vibrations in the air and in the sky
Night creatures find darkened pathways
Through all the dissent of projected fear
To discover another level of calm and quiet


SHAKTI GAWAIN
I’m working on a new level of communication
The reflection of light is a tricky practice
One needs stillness’s steady gaze to know
When to absorb versus when to return
The essence of meaning we recognize as ours
