Memories of the animals fade
with the addiction to more.
The season asks for repentance
but the hymns of division
and adulation of things
defeat going down and in.
I shape a cave
in the rock of my mind,
surround it with silence
and let the water of renewal
gather under black lava.
I chant until my body goes liquid,
all thoughts of vengeance
dissolving under the weight of stone.
No one can hear me
but my grief trembles the mountain,
melting the ice of indifference
as the subtle warmth of faith
seeps into the dark days of winter.
Beautiful Don – the sacred grows in silence!
“the hymns of division
and adulation of things
defeat going down and in.”
Ain’t THAT true.
…and my Blessing en-goldens the mountain, like a repaired tooth.
This is brilliant, Don. Thank you
“My grief trembles the mountain” and” the subtle warmth of faith”, I love these two lines. We all must meet the darkness to then awake to our true Self is what this reminds me to do. Thanks Don, such a gift.
Absolutely Beautiful and True……”I chant until my body grows liquid”, I become nothing so that All that Is comes in……..Thank you, Don…Purity is spoken here with you……
Poignant, timely, writing dad
A wonderful, deep poem, Don. And, as Eilish says, so timely at many levels…
the hymns of division and adulation of things prevents going down and in….so well said! So potent……
The addiction to more is a symptom of despair. Nothing is enhanced by feeding the dis-peace with vengeance. I join you and others in shaping a cave of consciousness full of stillness where again we might delightedly observe the beauty of animals and innocence. Thank you my friend!
I really loved this Don. Thanks so much
Every morning, I ask in meditation, “Who am I?” It’s not that I don’t know, I just choose this way to open deeper portals into my soul.
Another big favorite. I love it.