A Gift From The Awesome Being Poem by Grant House

I see things differently now
Colors are more vivid
And there are more of them
Small sounds and far catch my ear
I feel the earth pulling me close
The other day I caught the scent of a particularly precious childhood experience
Honeysuckle summer
My first taste of a honeysuckle blossum's nector on my tongue
My friend having showed me how to pull the stamen back out of it
That clear drop emerging
Like magic
A gift from the awesome being
Who managed to make school and all its odd rules
Go away and leave us to play every day all day
Until we were completely worn out and ready to wash up
Say our prayers and go to bed
The stars visible in the indigo sky through the window
Like magic

I must have been in a rut
Things had become grey, tasteless, bland
The water of my mind clouded, muddy
The Santa Barbara marine layer did not help
Nor the let down after months of rehearsals and the one frenetic swirling week of costume changes and performances on stages all over town during Old Spanish Days Fiesta
O, las fiestas hispañolas como las abuelitas mexicanas prefieren decir

So the lucid clear evenings
The translucent afterglow lingering long after sunset
The clarity of affection the sky unveiled for me
All happened to coincide with an internal afterglow, easy long translucence, and clarity of affection within
A cataract removal of the soul, so to speak
Simultaneously and quite uninvited
My curious inner world joined forces with that magical ever-unfolding outer realm
The naturally majestic and yet elemental dynamic state of nature
The one who is always ready for us
To see rightly the colors that were always there

I want to see you like that
I want to hear you
Experience you
Like the fragrance of honeysuckle
The pure sweet drop on my tongue
The first time
I want to see the stars in your indigo sky through the window of your soul
Your colors that were always there
A gift from the awesome being
Like magic