Susan Storey.....: The Taste of Grace

23.2.13

The Taste of Grace

Thoughts fall from grace and I try to catch them
like raindrops upon my tongue
so I can repeat them to myself over and over again
until they become beliefs I can hold in my mind...
and awaken from this world that I have dreamed alive.

The few that manage to land just so, tease me to continue to live
awkwardly arched with head thrown back, tongue extended, and eyes fluttering
against the many misses that vastly outnumber the hits.

But oh, the taste of grace, this rain upon my thirsty tongue,
sweet nectar that it is, keeps me dancing this foolish dance
amid straight backed onlookers, running with mouths closed tight,
eyes wide, staring at the foolish woman spinning and turning
as she dares to taste the taste of grace.

Susan Storey

I have come to realize that who we think we are is in the way of who we truly are. Art and verse are the braille I use to explore a psycho-spiritual blindness that I find myself emerging from.... and falling back into, though each time a bit more awakened than the last. The words here are, as am I, figments of an active imagination attempting to awaken itself from a dense dream called 'reality'. I use blank verse as a practice in presence; a meditation where I quiet the mind and wait on the words that arise in the heart. Often they reflect esoteric and introspective aspects within the illusion of form. Other times they address specific situations I am facing and serve as breadcrumbs leading me back to center. From time to time I cull the pages of my notebooks and randomly choose several pieces to share here. As for the imagery on this blog, it is a kind of wordless poetry; visual stories awaiting the teller. Each of the pieces are original. More of this work can be seen at my website and blog.