All Celestial Journeys Hit a Full-stop
Leaving my body as a child took me beyond this orbit
I am so rooted now, roots themselves
are part of my fabric. I am awash
with greens & browns —
more rhizome than reason.
And in the dark vow of this coming disappearance
I try to be there for ‘others’
whose lives I touched above ground.
We still have mouth, teeth, bones
& red tongues that flap but achieve nothing.
I have knocked down the palisades
that hemmed me in, that drew in the crowds.
Instead, I stand naked
alone on a flat plain kicking up dust for miles
just as I did when I left my body as a child —
although that shuttle went to outer space
where a moth settled on this heart
of innocence, birthing the dark.
I was never alone but felt so —
it has taken all these years to come into my own
make friends with what was blinded
vanquish the terrors of an endless sky
stow away concepts that haunt the mind.
To uncover the light behind that dark.
To send the mind back to the heart
is the great vision of the masters.
I saw it as a three-year-old child —
back then it nearly killed me.
Only the pulsing moment lasts
& it too is beyond forever.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
