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.