WIFIS: The Bridge to Nowhere Again

i created and validated the signs
long before i crossed the bridge
that brought me to you.

for miles and miles,
our paths converged in time
before Truth could no longer control the urge
to pluck my head out of the clouds.

only then could i see clearly, without barely a doubt…
we were running out of road.

“seek and you shall find”
wasn’t exactly supposed to work like this
but now in hindsight
i see the signs created and validated by Another
that it worked just perfectly fine
helping me find the path
that leads away from the bridge
that dead ends to you
all over again.

Copyright © 2009. ashe.selah

WIFIS: Before I Knew I Could Fly

before i knew i could fly
a small part of me was ready.
too small to be recognized
as what i’d ultimately be
still,
i waited.

before I knew I could fly
i waited for my wind
exhaled from the unknown
i knew even then that
beneath the stillness of the atmosphere
i could hear the whisper that would free me
the whistle that would lift me
the sound of freedom
traveling a million miles
to tell me

that it’s finally time
to fly.

Copyright © 2009. ashe.selah

WIFIS: Remember Me?

does a chameleon remember
what life was like
in the beginning
before it knew
it could blend and adapt
on sight?

does it remember
its point of originality
the broken mold where
it was like none other
and none other was like it?

does it remember
being recognized
before the camouflage
because it just was
what it is
and that was ok?

does it ever miss those times?
sometimes
i do.

(c) 2008. Ashe.Selah

WIFIS: The Other Side of In

inside,
looking outside in
i slither up
to the fragile glass of my past
without it even knowing
encroach upon its broken borders
in the still of the morning
scraping up the courage to strike
the last of the hairline
fractures of Freedom
leading to the other side
of In.

outside,
looking inside out
i know you can see me
hear my gut-wrenching cries
feel my desperation
urging you to realize
we’re much closer than you know
and when we deal fear its final blow
the other side of In
lies just beyond the window of opportunity
called Now.

copyright (c) 2008. Ashe.Selah

{Blink}

to {blink}
or not to {blink}
is rather irrelevant
given the evaporating nature
of this substance called Life.
it is irrelevant due to
the limitations
not of our energy
which is neither uncreated
nor destroyed
but of our
stories now playing
in this or that form
this side of forever.

to {blink}
or not to {blink}
is neither the question
that stumps the inevitable
nor the answer
that trumps the unknown.

the real question and answer
suspended in immediate jeopardy
is this…
“how will we live life
within the span
of the blink?”

to {blink}
or not to {blink}
is rather irrelevant because
whether you do not
you will
and whether you do
Life foreknew
you would.

so why not just
Live?

Copyright (c) 2008. Ashe.Selah. All rights reserved.

WIFIS: A Time to Live

 

this calls for a celebration!
even if I must celebrate alone
before the firmament of heaven
the occasion you ask?
well, what was purposed to die
the seed
and every regenerating cell contained therein
has birthed my beauty and strength
to stand tall
after pushing my way
through the dirt that covered me
head held high
to show forth
the artistry and majesty
of the loving Creator.

Copyright (c) 2008. Ashe.Selah. All rights reserved.

WIFIS: Meet Me in the Air

you see right through me
and i you
alot alike we are
pure intentions
clear resolve
the innermost exposed
revealing a burning passion to Love
with all that is within
but you’re in there
and i’m in here
yet and still
our steam rises high above.
we meet somewhere
in the air.

Copyright (c) 2008. Ashe.Selah. All rights reserved.

The Letter

blank sheet
reflecting the black space
where words are on break
and thoughts swim in
streams of unconsciousness
oblivious to the Waterfall up ahead
and the familiar fact that
they’ve been across that edge before.

you would think
being the strongest in the bunch
that thoughts of Love
would have seen the signs and combined
a handful of low-hanging vines
and swung herself to safety.
or better yet
rallied the troops to paddle harder
for more traction
in the opposite direction.

no, not my Love.

unmoved by the turbulence
or the effervescent view of the horizon
Love can’t wait to fall for you again.
riding shotgun with gravity
deep breath in, the ride of life begins.
Love remembered and welcomed
the exuberance of a weightless plunge
and how to trust
life jackets we can’t see or feel
they simply appear
on cue, in time
for the deepest waters.

funny, i dunno how i got off into this
when all i really wanted to do
was write you a letter.

Copyright © 2008 AsheSelah. All rights reserved.

Your Journey…

I wrote this piece last year to cheer a friend. Because humanity is One, words have a way of coming full circle. She won’t mind if I borrow the pom poms for a sec…or two .

Your journey…
one not so easily traveled
too dangerous to complete with your eyes shut
except for the times you covered them up
fearing what else could possibly go wrong.

Your journey…
one not so easily traveled
requiring strength to carry all you own
except for the times you made it perfectly known
you could no longer carry you or your stuff alone.

Your journey…
one not so easily traveled
neither truly understood by those you call close
except for the Most High
who interpreted every moan and silent cry.

Your journey has not been one
so easily traveled
still…
you are graceful
finding your way
as the mystery unravels
revealing a purpose and a beauty in you
undisclosed this side of heaven.

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Wrinkled Notes

i stumbled upon
a wad of wrinkled notes
having come full circle
to where I threw the song away
years before.

i didn’t give the tune a name.
not a name
as if i wrote it
but a name
by which i’d reference it
should what’s its name
cross my path again.

it did.
and now
i’m having
second thoughts.

after so long a time
either dancing to the silence
or singing off key
to the song meant for another
i could not resist the possibility
of untangling a beautiful melody
whose soul purpose in life
it could not fulfill — not
without living within me.

yes, i’m ready to feel you again.
can we start from the top?

we did
and i cried.
not tears
as if the song
broke my mask like before
but tears
rolling down cheeks that smile
because
i’m not back there
anymore.

now
the beauty
of untangled notes is
hearing the music again
for the first time
with my true essence
off mute.

play it loud!
this is me
and these were
once upon a time
my wrinkled notes.

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