Post by artolmaeus on Sept 21, 2022 22:56:19 GMT -6
the siren call of nothing
leads me farther from the shore
into an expanding ocean
in search of something more
no depths shall be imagined
no fathoms less assumed
to be an empty vessel
and still bear yet more room
give rest to all the pointing fingers
let the compass be forever tossed
and into the vastness of nowhere
shall I never find me lost
from the darkness of the forest
where the light dances like a ghost
all the wanting of what I know
is not what I understand the most
take now this land left fallow
and I give it ash and soot
for flowers never ending
and the earth that pushes up my foot
into the clouds I run swiftly
from the ledge my spirit flies
to heights beyond my vision
and the limit of my eyes
stretch forth my palm and trusting
for hummingbirds to land
and drink glistening red nectar
poured into my hand
the gentle hum of those wings beating
the air in perfect time
theirs is not just music
but a song without just rhyme
and yet in perfect meter
like thunder comes from the lightning strike
and breath so ever taken
as slowly as I like
melts ice in glacial flow
as time looses its demand
and in some incapacitation
to no longer think in the form of man
no distance that I have endured
no path that I have trod
can replace the stillness
and the moment's notice
that everything is god
and god is good like a withered flower
or a dandelion seed aloft in the sunlit air
god is great like the rain
or the sunlight in your hair
or even the stars at night
the stars of so many places
so often blocked by the artificial light
that I can have this feeling
far greater than just care
a feeling I never can give words
but would give freely just to share
the siren call of nothing
pulls me deeper from the hole
oh would I surrender my salt
or spill this ocean that is within
for the mystery of absolute creation
is that it has yet had time to begin
to feel light ever expanding
for the lacking it extols
the harmonies of all that is living
as above and so below
