"Memorizing the Dust Storm"....following your heart
no matter which way the wind is blowing.
A poem by Harlon Rivers
Ambiguous blinding passage through the
reeling dust storm
Bread crumbs left behind are
meaningless subterfuge, as chronicled direction falters
Vanishing with the dust of the
helter skelter reeling wind
All direction is lost, past tracks permanently
erased like dust in the wind
The nebulous pathway left perplexing
and undefined
There is no going back when all
steps in all directions are either
forwards or backwards… yet all in a
same unfamiliar direction
While navigating passageway through
the blinding dust storm,
the traveler envisions sensations of
wandering through obscurity
Crawling blindfolded through an
ancient unknown labyrinth
Strictly running on the faith of
natural instincts
Crossroads are passed in darkness
in fleeting moments
Ignored without even the slightest inclination
they existed
Spontaneous instinctual recognition denied when grasped for direction…
Lost in a maze of fogged obscurity
Emotional thoughts
dizzied and whirling
As if the mind’s broken compass
needle
were spinning in a magnetic dust
funnel
Rendered aswoon by the startling
intermittent silence
Impaired by
bewildered confusion
Vertigo sensations of
disequilibrium
Stumbling, tripping, falling,
bruised, exhausted and crawling
And yet lifted
up by the spirit from within
The impassioned survivor's soul embraces the fervent unfinished
life…
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