Saturday, November 22, 2008

She waits for the world

to pass away from her patient
endurance, and sets her eyes
to a time beyond time,
and a place beyond self,
where the wearying
ordinary trials
of entangled lives
can no longer hold imperium
over her.
She yearns for the
Presence which speaks to her
in a soundless voice,
engulfing her in the ecstasy
of solitary Oneness,
and freeing her at last
from the tyranny of hours
and the stale trivia
of tomorrow.
She will be dissolved in its
ineffable Truth,
and her coarse body
will have no more import
than a cottony 
seedling 
cast away
on an anonymous
midsummer afternoon.



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