Knowing
A dark. unfathomed emptiness
swirls and coalesces
on the stage of my desire,
demanding nothing sired of need
or advocate, and of itself complete.
Yet I may own the unexpected certainty
and find that it is known
without a thought,
through just shy glances
as one moves inside the self.
It is an unpretentious wisdom, free
to fly upon the cliff winds,
turning toward the sea again,
above the crumbling decades
with their votive candles burning still,
above the shouts of triumph
just beyond the tomb, and yes,
more sacred in its wordless legacy
than that enscrolled
from any prophet pen.
At length, It was the little man
inside the prompter's box
who shook his head, and said
to watch your little universe go by
for still another dallying spring.
It isn't yet the denouement,
not yet your time to sing.
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Namaste! "I honor the place within you where the entire universe resides. I honor the place within you of Love and Light, of Truth and Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, there is only ONE of us." Please give me your reactions to the poems and thoughts in this blog. (Critiques and disagreements are equally welcome) Simply click anywhere you see "Comment" and then on "Post a comment." I'll really appreciate your doing this, and will often respond. Peace!
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- Dean
- Retired, former radio announcer, teacher, pipe organ technician...now an internet addict, poet, and progressive patron of the arts.
2 comments:
Dean., Again before the canvas of the universe you dash word after word of Baroque cosmic storytelling. I stick my finger in a light socket and this poem flashes before me. Where all candles puddle this poem forms a base whisking the reader into the galactic winds. Thanks.
Thank you so much. I am grateful that you have kept an interest in this blog.
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