SOMBER THOUGHTS UPON A WET ROCK

Although reader, I have never met you I give you a window to peer into -- my Soul.

Amidst a time of darkness, vision awakens!

I encounter my own shadow in the deepening gloom;

I perceive my own voice echoing through the woods�"

A ruler of nature shedding tears for a tree.

I dwell between the elegant heron and the tiny wren,

Creatures of the hillside and serpents of the den.

What is madness but the nobility of the soul

Conflicting with circumstance? The day blazes with intensity!

I comprehend the purity of profound despair,

My shadow tightly pressed against a perspiring wall.

That location amidst the rocks�"could it be a cave,

Or perhaps a winding path? It is the precipice that I possess.

A continuous downpour of connections!

A night overflowing with birds, a worn-out moon,

And in the midst of daylight, midnight arrives once more!

A person ventures far to discover their true essence�"

The death of the self in a lengthy, tearless night,

All natural forms radiating an unnatural brilliance.

Dark, dark is my light, and even darker is my longing.

My soul, akin to a summer fly frenzied by heat,

Continues to buzz at the windowsill. Which "I" is truly "I"?

As a fallen individual, I ascend beyond my fear.

The mind merges with itself, and God merges with the mind,

And the two become one, liberated in the gusting wind.

:: 06.12.2023 ::