here at the heart

[glenn]

here I am
formed in time
in place
in community
where all is known:
“nothing is outside the text”
quoth the seer

the word creates
a fact and a fallacy
conjoined in past and future tense
the word tells a tale already told
the word conjures up the things to be
the word can tell a truth
the word can tell a lie

but the word can never say itself
and in the heart of enlightenment
is a mystery, a spirit
that dwells within
a sanctuary
outside the text
the context in which all is bound

here I am
at the centre
between what was
and what is yet to be
wanting to touch
your face
your heart
to make you smile
to love and be loved
but when I try to speak
I cannot find the word
to say what I wanted to say
still, something calls

here I am
in the vastness
of intergalactic space
spinning through time
spinning a tale
that begins and ends
in silence

here I am
at the heart
outside of which
there is nothing

[glenn]

oh yes, you have to love that modify feature

[bichsa]

Glenn ,that was beautiful ,truly at the heart ,I so loved these lines
"here I am
at the heart
outside of which
there is nothing"

wonderful piece! peace to you my brother in faith,cheryl

[glenn]

thanks, Cheryl

I had an English prof who was always saying that there was nothing outside the text. Every class he worked that phrase in two or three times. He was quoting someone, I forget who. Derrida, maybe.

The poem sort of says how I felt about that class.

[Bronwyn]

hmmmmm, very lovely all your thoughts.
clap clap clapping

[dawness]

and here i am... mystified! keep on going!