The Wizard Within

I

We used to gather together

no matter

the

Weather

to

watch The Wizard of Oz.

The memory is like a twister

in black and white

across

the silver screen

of

the scene

of

My mind. Sending fight or flight

to render

Entrails of details returned to sender

I just know

an

Awareness began to grow

II

Then, later, when, I began

to pick

up

The pen. There it was again. Telling me

Awaken.

I met a girl

who

showed

me

to the heart

of

My art. Pointing out the route

Up the dune

where

the wizard

built

his home

Brick

By

Brick

Stone

By

Stone. I followed

Him

Home

III

Further down the road

Something

told

me

to seek

to

See

IV

Similarity

after

Similarity

Down pathways

that are

a

Rarity. Adding

to

The disparity

in

The intense

dance

Between synchronicity and chance

Seeking clarity

in

A stance

V

Design over

Design

Mind over

Mind

Light through labyrinths

To find

The supreme design

Where

I

found

The wizard and I

Trod

the same

Ground

to

The same place

at

A different

time

Yet, in a similar

way

Meeting a similar

fate

But wait…

What?.!

We have the same birthdate?.!

Also a powerful date

in

The craft

VI

So it was fitting that

after

Penning the

draft

Then, mind meeting

the design

of

The site. A blessing

&

Caressing

of

Sight

VII

That there should

be

A tornado: Tonight

VIII

The night

of

The day

I

Got: The site

IX

Like amnesiac

awakenings

inside

of

Mundane things

Igniting ignitions of recognitions

Childhood innocence

in

A séance

of

A moment. Every moment adjacent

to

The eternity

of

Absence and presence.

X

A siren from somewhere

Wind whipping against rain drops upon window

Clouds, consolidating-fading in a stare

Every soul at the window, maze of the gaze of a widow

XI

Pulsating light

so

Much like

The traveling lights

of

Past lives

not

wanting to

haunt

or

taunt but to reach

&

Teach

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