Where All Souls Meet

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The sea, how it speaks

Like Santa’s rosy cheeks

Singing, too, those songs of joy

Echoes of love in God’s employ

 

Can you linger in the pause

And slowly retract the claws

That extend in anger and in fear

When your heart closes and pain comes near

 

Is it a science or an art

An act of the mind or of the heart

How can the wind and water be so loud

And humans here and there so proud

 

In the simple ways, for certain, there is gold

No effort, no striving, no brick of clay to mold

A more contented being, like that of a child

Would that we could integrate the days of primordial wild

 

The void supreme from which we came

Where one is all, and all is one the same

Our holographic universe, one pure and glowing light

But does it really glow, ‘cept in the one eye’s fractured sight

 

These questions sprout more about which to wonder

And in my life I often run, stumble, and blunder

But still, in the stillness of perception’s glance

I emerge into clarity, as if from trance

 

Am I asleep now, or am I awake

Is this the chance I was given to take

Did I forget somewhere along the way

To create that for which I care, each and every day

 

And yet despite forgetting, can’t it still be done

Surely, I’m not destined to forever and ever run

Like a rat caught in the race, in circles become dizzy

But in slowing down, in the pause, where I am not so busy

 

Perhaps it is there, before the thought arises

That I can look into my own elaborate guises

And from the dense and dark forest of defeat

Spy with my single eye the oneness where all souls meet