Why are you staring back at me
like I should've known you were coming
or even that you'd unknowingly passed me by?
I'm unable to place you today.
Yet curiosity and persistence prevail
and Belonging reminds me she's near.
I'll follow Belonging into this puzzle
Belonging will lead me
She always can and will.
She leads me to Time.
You keep changing without me
Do I consent?
Do I have a choice?
Your meaning slips away and I can't hold onto you.
Like a Trickster, you play with me....flirting for my attention
I'm tracked and the tracker in this bustling dance
I won't be possessed by you Time
I'll bow to you and blow kisses into your flurry.
Belonging calls me on
"Bring your breath, maker of those kisses"
We walk on as we meet a path called, Revelations.
"Meet Cycle", she motions
Cycle carries her ubiquitous purse of wonderment
"Sit with me in this grove of warmth and purity"
With the trees, the grasses, the smells, the birdcalls, the soil
The ceaseless emerges.
In the absence of Date
I'm given Presence.
Who am I without embodied presence
and embodied transformation?
Elizabeth Izzo is an artist, sensitive empath and renegade wayshower.