To make a sound, any sound
I may need the screech of pitch
or a certain definite
round-bound-pound
to break the glass in.
I interrupt this silence which
has seeped so deep inside of me.
This is not the calm silence of balance
and equilibrium, not the settled outcome
of a ripened meditational fruit-flower.
This is the compression of so much left unsaid,
unwritten. It gets caked up, stucktogetherinstuff-ness
and becomes downright flammable.
This is the build up of Movement-Qi without
Exit-Qi.
It is also natural,
when your busy-busy in a particular kind of way.
Crack! Awake!
And who are you? and what is this? How did we get
here in this blogcar, wearing our blogflipflops
and our blogshirts on blog-backwards with all the blogtags
sticking out under our bloggychinchins.
There is a fire in consciousness that’s exploding
With the wicked heat of thought; and
it’s building up, and it’s leaking out
Steaming the edges of Consciousnesses-es
Crisping the light-and-shadow contours
Spitting with energy, just to
release some pressure.
Water Filling-in complex edges with deep dimensional
ridges, building on a new Form.
We are molten and molted.
There’s no other poem I want to write now
than the one that leads me out here naked, and
leaves me wondering, How DID I get here?
Where ARE the Extraterrestrials?
How DO I account for this loss of time?
The release valve has been found, and the nozzle
ambitiously turned.
Fiesta Estrellas 
Brilliant, Ka! So nice to hear your voice. I felt like you were speaking from an abandoned subway station in blogville we’d stumbled across, hunting for the ET’s, where all we could find was the big, majestic openness, and sound. Your poem filled the volume wondrously!
Glad you turned the valve and let out some of this flammable inner volume… I am jolted into being by this one, and the better for it. No idea where this is occurring, or to whom… Just enjoying being a presence beaming through a screen, emerging from the darkness, saying hi.
Michael
Michael, I am so grateful for your warm and receptive response! Playing deeply with what shows up, and discovering: from where is the speaking coming and going…? How sound can be perceived like the red-shift and in terms of space travel is all part of the process… HI There! Thank you!
Ka
This is fantastic, Ka! I love love love it! “Crack! Awake!
And who are you? and what is this? How did we get
here in this blogcar, wearing our blogflipflops
and our blogshirts on blog-backwards with all the blogtags
sticking out under our bloggychinchins.” “Crisping the light-and-shadow contours” Wow. So great. I have on my bloggoggles and blogsnorkelandfins ready to play.
Pfff (snorkel breath),
Mary
Mary, your enthusiasm here is so appreciated! It wasn’t easy for me to send this one off… to break free! Now, I want to do dolphin leaps and happy blowhole squirts…and flipper kicks, too! 😀 It’s pool time! ::twirls and splashes around:: smacking the water to make water sounds. Ka
Hahaha! Or ocean swimming time! Dancing with dolphins! Squeeking sounds through snorkel that bring them from miles away to play. 🙂
Wonderful Ka.. I listened to your voice and I love the fire in consciousness in your voice.. And I too wonder how we got here.. but we did.. and we are all of us joining ever closer in our thoughts to Oneness. xxx
Loved this Ka.. and so good to catch up with you again.. xxx
Sue! Thank you so much for visiting and letting me know your impression! It’s not easy to share this stuff! Yikes!~ Still, I come forth to meet you where we are. Thank you dear friend! Aloha, xo Ka