Deeper than my immediate grasp
Like a sign with clearly printed letters
Arranged as enigmatic words
While a mystery
Perfectly perceived
Remains a mystery
The cormorant dives deep
But must wait for its feathers to dry
Before it can fly again
While a mystery
Perfectly perceived
Remains a mystery
The cormorant dives deep
But must wait for its feathers to dry
Before it can fly again
I didn’t intend to write the following, it’s just what came out. It’s not really what the challenge called for, so I’ll go back and try that one again. But I thought it was worth posting anyway. . .so here it is.
1. There’s a spiritual sensation of connectedness I get from time to time, a few moments in time that feel as though I’m connected to and can sense the existence of all things, an awareness that there is a grand spiritual reality beyond my rational ken that is graspable by my ever developing being.
Beyond them
Is a land secure from
The inadvertent effects
Of being
There
In the silent depths
I listen for the voices of insight
Beyond manifestation
Some dark thing
From deep within
Rises
Opens up inside
Forcing me to choose
Retreat into the hollow light
Stay with the darkness
To learn its nature
I am the sun
In a merciless sky
Casting heat shimmers on the endless sand
I am the night
Starless, moonless
An impenetrably dark fortress of isolation
I am too the calm
When the air is a puff of fragrant breeze
And birdsong carries for miles
And I am the earth
Fertile and life-giving
The solid ground underfoot
And I am the light
Illuminating the deepest darkness
Connected to all that is and ever will be
This is what I live for
Finding a new path
To a beautiful place
Rarely visited before
But I live too
For the well-worn trail
The short, easy hike
To a well-known vista
Of no small beauty
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
The new obscures the old
The old shines through the new
A temporal collage
Of overlapping insights
Expressions, realizations
Hoping, in the end
The sum of it all
Creates some enduring meaning
When the All
Which is everything
Becomes the One
Which is nothingness
I seek the moments
When paradox
Becomes awareness
Then am I filled
With the insight of mystery
The light of darkness
Then being becomes non-being
It’s these places
Where we are most
Who we are