November 2004 Poem

 

 

Life of Will

 

My hopeful says
It is a tiresome routine that
Temporarily numbs the life,
Nothing is lost
Exactly

I emerge from an experiment,
Like the holding of a breath
That lasts underwater but
Explodes above overwhelmed
The subtlety of chance taps destinies
Back and forth to our confusion and
Ultimate realization that
Beyond our actions and decision there is more,
Though difficult

With laughter, the divine relaxed,
Tumbling around the edges of
Flower petals after rain,
Afternoon… ever-after…

A mature peace rests on the brow,
Knowing, not for lack of suffering
But then and now content with
That tapping Earth surrounding
A past, afar, exponentially
Retracting into compartmentalized expressions,
Of identity, of grounding, of anxiety
Attaching, a tree
bark scratched and molten,
Rubber slipping under the feet of climbing –
Will
Powerless
Hindered by a mind forgetful, a hand imperfect,
And a heart apart

Will
Free to climb, will climb
Will
Free to fall, will fall

But one day exploring for those roots of rubber trees
There it grows - a light transparent contour of a pattern
Digging into deepest origins from whence it sprung
Perfected, logarithmically invisible entrapped coil
Of Beauty

Shrowds, firery clouds
Spilling over the edges of cliffs now
Bending trunks to dive through ravines
Where packs of wolves feast where
Mudslides knock down beasts and
Rods erecting cut through skies
Like lightning
Crowds prostrated reading
Pens delicately weaving
Worlds

Lives obey
the winds and fires
Lives decide
the course of Empires.

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