The pulse of life

Peering into a murky mirror
angry faces twist in pain
my fingers rake away the grime
and beneath the muck
begins to penetrate a radiant glow
and a reassuring smile
like a forgotten memory
surfacing once more

footsteps echo in corridors of my mind
then the click of a switch
finally light floods my world
and the deepest shadows shrink away
revealing a room, pristine and orderly
from the ceiling hangs a chandelier sparkling with gems of wisdom
the wall a Muriel of triumph through humility
I step through the door treading softly the well worn path

I see that the gnarled figures of sylvan ogres
with swift and snatching hands
are but an orchid in lush shades of green
swaying gently in the breeze
so from my heart outpours the language of pure love
infusing with cool clean air
like the sweet smell of nectar
increasing my appetite all the more

Now my soul remembers it's true colours
through the hazy greys
as they trickle down through the tiers of consciousness
my misty eyes open again
and catch the glint of it's full spectrum
shimmering against all those lashes
where the warm sun baths
it's rays swimming with tender strokes
across shuddering waves

the drop of grief descends with the beginning of peaceful rain
a brief ripple dissolving with the soft pull of a cleansing stream
winding away with the verdant flow of well tended fields
adorned in vibrant blossoms and teeming with fauna of every kind
a synergistic pulse in sync with the heart of life
like a tribal drum leading the dance of harmony
as a serenade to Creator and creation alike
a treasure shinning brighter than any gold