travelling in still

in this sated light
wind gently brushing the sheer from the blind
sinking into
the horizon inside
I am no longer running
I am no longer yearning

This thing that is brighter is
no longer
the other side
this touch to my fingers
so intermittently real-
familiar to hold- is now
how I feel

I am ready
but not in a towering suit of armour
with eyes winced against the ether
I am ready with the knowledge that I may die
and be regained in spirit
but that the path does not end
my feet will carry me as far as they can

so sometimes I will dance
sometimes I will stagger
right now my gaze carries me
synchronously inward
and oh! the music the music that wells
make me remember fullness and make me spill
into more fullness
I am ready