Born to wonder,
our original memory
a secret code
of symbols and runes
letting darkness nurture,
dreams become talisman.
Emissaries of an ancient light,
born from the mother
on a rushing tide
of blood and water,
we find ourselves
naked and shivering
on an unknown shore.
We learn the stories,
speak the language
until one day the body
within the body
emerges from its chrysalis.
Stones rise, seas lift,
the veil of mystery rents
and the silence of the ages
opens once more
to the one who walks within.
~ Emergence from our collective dream ~
Don, well expressed, with rhythm. Where was that one who walks within when some of those exam booklets had to be filled with answers?
I resonate at many levels with the tone and current of this poem. It speaks of where I live every day. The day has arrived when the One who walks within dares to walk without. Thank you, worthy bard.
And until that time, learning to speak the language, learning to learn the stories, charging them with the runes of dreams we can almost remember. Such hard work. Thanks, Don
Heart opening, Brother.
Alpha and Omega — Ommm and Aumen — and there is always more, forevermore. Thank you Don for exemplifying the endless combination of words flowng and available from the Almighty Aum. An exquisite poem — most powerful, most useful to share.
The voice of the one who walks within translated powerfully into verse.
The tone of it resounds…
Thank you, Don!
Aumen my brother in the Light! On we go…..
The depth and wisdom of these words…a rich elixir for all abiding
Thank you, Don. My wings are in the shop with much prepping needed doing.
Beautiful and subtle.
Takes my breath away…….
Beautiful poem, Don. Yes, I can bring my life to attest to walking within the world. And as you wrote, it all opens collective Buddhist flower sermon to one who walks within. And one who walks within walks in beauty.
Thank you as always for keeping your eye cosmos for us.
Blessings,
Tom