Desolation, Annihilation, Death, and Destruction
live at the bottom of the Waterfall. They are the Sisters
of Chaos, churning round and round, sucking Hope,
Light, and Love down into the darkest depths. Broad
yet profound, their sorrow-filled mandate - impersonal
and without malice - does not discriminate. It is the way
it is and always has been, from the beginning.
All is relinquished and forgiven in the end.
Releasing living matter into the Realm of Forever,
its energy must first transmute into no(thing),
as the outer world transfixes the inner
and the inner world reflects the outer.
The River of Life runs its course until its work is done.
When all is lost, finally, a minute quark of precious
consciousness breaks free. Vapour rises. A wisp
bobs to the surface. A scintilla, forever changed,
an infinitesimal Living Spark ignites one more
round in the eternal dance of Strange Attractors.
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
