Mystery

Mystery

Paul Gallagher, Dec. 13, 2016©

Life and Death

Magic

Hope ….Misery

This is a very subjective

Personal opinion

Tonight I will stick to this side of the curtain

A story to illustrate….

The quarter moon keeps popping in

And out of the smoky black clouds

Shadows on a slow continuous reel

Re-playing at the speed of the wind

Bare branches rattle in the cold.

Not sure how I got here

And I’m here

Perhaps Television Logic

You know….Holes in the story

The stories I tell myself.

Bear with me

I hear a sound that is far away

Large deep and tight drumming rhythm

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

Very consistent and urgent

NOT comforting.

It’s, whatever it is, approaching.

My imagination is fired up,

With the help of the flirting moon and cold shadows.

The tone, tenure and vibe

Deepen the purple blue black of the night

Mouth breathing

Signals the brain to fight or flight

I decide on hide.

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

The old road (still haven’t figured out how I got here)

Is missing the original gravel cover

Now hard old dirt.

Where I happen to be standing

Is a dry culvert, couple of pine trees and a few well placed rocks

Conveniently placed for an impromptu hideout.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Getting louder, more clear,  closer.

Duck down in the culvert and cover my mouth to hide my billowing breath.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Close my eyes and stop breathing

If I don’t see ….maybe I won’t be seen.

The sound is almost on top of me.

Rhythm is clear.

Bugada bugada bugada,bugada

Horses hooves in a hurry

I dare to uncover my left eye

A black train of flesh and mane

Stops with snorts and bulging veins.

Flaring nostrils expel vapour clouds

Moonlight outlines the animals’ sweat

Massive muscles on the barn sized beasts

I hug the ground, French Kiss the cold dirt.

Five black capes snap with the night wind

Flashes of moonlight reflect from the satin finish

Pirate flags without the bones

Five Riders reign in

Who are these Five Riders of the Apocalypse?

What do they want?

Where did they come from?

When will they be leaving?

I’m shaking…I’m freezing

Why , oh Why oh Why?

This is a dream

What does it mean

Let me explain

Who… is to blame?

Who…. do you think you are?

Who…. will do this or that?

What …..is holding me back?

What …do you want….. what do I want?

Where…. am I going?

Where…. were you when I needed you?

Where …..is the answer?

When….. will I be happy,

When ….will you understand me?

When… can I be certain?

Why me?

I’ve raised out of my hiding place

To face the Dark Ones

I’m surprised to hear another sound

More hoofs

Another stead closing in

Silver…..

The Lighter Horse and Rider

Pull up in front of the darker entourage

How did this apparition appear?

Yes, it is the Sixth Rider ……”How”.

Sllver Rider dismounts and gently touches each Dark Stead

Here is “How”’s Magic

Combine the best of the Double Yous

“How” accepts and respects

“How” is hope

 “How” is a brave direction

Review and another view

Perhaps the mystery can have some charm

Drop the Panic: Lose the Alarm

Drop the W’s and the whine

Let’s give them another name

Re-Frame

Let them shine.

Who = “H” and “O” = add a 2 for H2O = water, flow, let it go = wash clean

What = hat = put on the hat ….. of perspective

Where = here……right now.

When = hen = hens eggs = the perfect universal shape =

Solid and yet fragile shell = with warmth and care a new life is born.

Why = hy = look a little higher, look a little farther, look a little longer.

Mystery of life and beyond the Curtain

Still remains

Reframed

Nothing is certain

Too much information.

I struggle to remind myself

To ask myself “What do I care about right now?”