The Ringing

The Ringing

A Poem by Alexa Tarvid

Surround me,

Move me,

The ring is mesmorizing,
To be held captive by a sound,

Darkness.
When nothing
Except everything
Envelopes the mind,
All is clear with the ring,

At first,
A mist,
A second guess
a questioning of existence,
Does the light look differently
Now?

Until the knowledge dawns,
It is not nowhere but
Everywhere,
And suddenly the darkness
Is no longer darkness but
A sound,
The ringing,

The sound,
Is alive,
Like a flat rock
Skipping upon the lake,

It jumps from one particle
To another,
Never growing weary
And never lessening
In its translucent serenity,

It surrounds me,
And I am moving.

© 2011 Alexa Tarvid


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Alexa Tarvid
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