S  T  R  I  F  E
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Darkness
surrounds me, as I cut a path
for my soul to ascend
this mountain of confusion.
Bellowing lungs,
exploding with the effort
of merely staying alive
in the oxygenless atmosphere
of heights.
Heights of isolation,
of pride and achievements
of loneliness and vacuum
scary gasps of creative silence
of the pressures that push from within
and nothingness within and without.

A shimmer, a glimmer,
the warmth of a waving lantern
a promise of friendship
a hand stretched out
warm, welcoming
accepting and loving

Promising nothing,
but just being there
a reassuring  HI ,
Unconditionally offered,
nothing more, nothing less,
no rosy gardens of promises
nothing ulterior
just what appears on the face
of the picture, nothing behind.
Wisdom and pragmatism,
a grounded centering,
when the winds grow strong
and the sails flail

One boat, so many seeking refuge,
holding on to one another
in a desperate plight
to reach the shores
somehow
There are those
that are ruthless
that are so sure.
And those,
that are vacillating,
unsure;
then there are those
that look beyond the shore
into the ocean of love
that stretches even beyond
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Written many years ago around that sacred, special and personal time ...
I will leave it for erudite readers to find the segment that describes attunement as it means/meant for me!
Rohiniranjan