Barren Wilderness


Our origins become a frontier,

a gossamer curtain

that my cells

breath and are weaving,

as my emergent self

seeks to fold back, yet at once

move across the threshold

leaping through

time,

space,

imaginations,

wants, fears, desires.


Ideas stretch out

sprinkling the velveteen

canvas of infinity

as tiny fire flies

in a cave

of darkness

that has no end

no beginning

insight.


Fireflies

that

slowly dim,

stammer,

fade

disperse and disperse

dissolve

until no more.

The last firefly

feeling its existence

is a lonely vigil

of futility

surrenders to the long night

the night

that never ended

to begin.


The rumbling

of the

Quietude

brings me back

into sensation

flickering, quivering,

trembling, dark waters

allude to

a subtle shimmer.


Slowly more,

then, a

tremulous dance of light,

no longer a reflection

but an explosion of

luminescent glory

as if, all the multitudes

of fireflies

condanced

into

one being

one unseen

one unknown

one place

of Unity

The Barren Wilderness.