Depth ...

How often do we swim on the surface of depth
Taste her saltiness
Drink the diluted understanding
But depth beckons our souls
To go a bit further
To dive
To move far from the reality above
To fear not the pressure of life's unknown on our lungs

If only
We were to dive
To the sea's floor
Willing our minds to feed on the oxygen of faith
And observe the depth of life
That doesn't surface
But this ....comes with pain
Requires that we bleed the stubbornness that holds fast to reality we see with blurred lens
Requires that the tear bags of hidden pain be pricked and distilled of subjective thought
And alas see the reality of lessons we ignored

Depth requires forsaking the submission to desires

Depth isn't the mere heart of an onion
Or the dust of truth exchanged between mortals ...
Depth Soars beyond
Soars beyond the craft and intellect of time
Soars in the whips and lashes under wings in skies

Depth creates the channel for reason to flow
And how often do we pay attention to the latin on the walls
Translating the ancient dialect with the spiritual dictionary buried within our souls
And if we just listen .... Not to the world but to tunes of Summoned intuition
We would see that
Depth isn't the eluding truth we see in the distance.
Depth is simply the higher us ...
 We have stifled .. And the drums ... Of life's truth now a distant sound that forever longs to lead us home