As the world sleeps,
night rivers flow
steeped in silence.
Ravenous for knowledge
I devour the quiet hours,
then kneel, an acolyte,
in dawn’s gray light,
bearing gifts of darkness.
photograph – Louis MacKenzie
Reading of “Night’s Gift” with music by St. Petersburg Chamber Choir
Powerful impressions, Don – musically, pictorially and (as always) quite poetically expressed. When the knowledge-thirsty acolyte can patiently bear quietly gifted hours of unknowing, the once-distant Dawn of selfless Realization inevitably becomes known as ‘Here’!
I like this Don! I picture all of us with our night rivers flowing through us, and agree our night selves are ravenous for what is discovered. The morning always brings a new formation of vision to take forward into the day. A magical gift of the Night Rivers. Thanks!!
Don, good poem. Great photo. Thanks. – Love, Tom
Don — Loved this poem. I’ve been having vivid dreams lately, with a crazy collection of persons in my life doing unexpected things in surprising stories. Are these dreams the knowledge for which I am ravenous and which I devour in the quiet hours? I think so! Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem. Mike