The borderland between this world
and the other is a lonely place,
fearful and unvisited by those
who prefer daylight
and the comfort of sleep.
I walk beneath the tall trees,
communing with the stars
above the darkened forest,
an outrider in the night
where life force rises
and the mystic becomes real.
Like the druids of old I relish silence,
find my place between heaven and earth.
Though I rail too often
against the violence of man
I offer you the kiss of peace
before my footprints disappear.
Reading of “Walking the Borderland” with music by Alexey Rybnikov
Beautiful! Thank you!
Wow! You were really in the “Zone” with this one Don!
I found each line quite thought provoking. As usual, a wonderful way to begin my day. Thank you!
Don — Love it! We are perpetually ephemeral.
Fearful? Thanks for bringing the right context to this misunderstood realm. Disconnection from source breeds fear. Let’s always offer our worlds this “kiss of peace”
“Where life force rises and the mystic becomes real” True of these incarnating clay forms as of the tall trees. Thank you honorable poet.
Very powerful poem, Don…speaks to our need to be in the borderland…..
Your words in this poem invite me to go deep into the Borderland, into timelessness, into silence living and vibrant. Thank you, Don.
Don, I think the inspiration for this thoughtful poem must have come from the many occasions when your bad hours earned you dawn patrol at the university. I notice that this poem elicited a telling admission from Mike McCauley, probably made to reflect on his choice of a career.
“I offer you the kiss of peace before my footprints quickly disappear.” Yes, the offerings of Spirit may seem so ephemeral as to assure me that my deep-seated longings for the “Peace of God to be known on Earth” can and will be safely held in Trust, respected and protected, come what may.
Nice. Very evocative, Don!