It’s late at night
and in a restless state
I stare outwardly, blank
into the deep dark corridors of time
and i see nothing.
But a faint outline of an imageless imagination
Wrapped in a void,
Floating freely,
lost in the vast cosmos all around
as if not belonging to it all..
In one measureless measure
far beyond thought.
And once again
I see nothing.
And in the round circle of a movement
called Life,
I see a world beyond a world
swivel in a tryst caught amidst the mesh of time
In an axis in rotation, in turn,
turn round and round…
and often I am tempted to lose “myself”
behind
this hyperion mask
Of awkwardness,
As I search inwardly
and discard ,
All that I craved for randomly,
All that I dreamt of silently,
All that I desired breathlessly,
across many waking hours
of my wavering holding past.
and then, by my deepening quest
For a subtle refuge
I shed silently, my conscious belief
Amidst all those twinkling stars
and amidst their angelic shields
In the freckled darkness of the deepening night,
I await,
for the first glorious rays of sunshine
To arrive swiftly,
In awakening….
Grindelia