Song of the Fall...

I stand here unmoving

staring over the precipice

throwing my memories backwards

back through the swirl of forgetfulness

 

seeking an unknown spark of a fiery moment

a moment of untrammeled life

a moment of pure unadulterated life

a moment when life itself oozed out of the very pore of existence

 

Do I seek in vain?

Do I not find fear everywhere

fear of a beginning, fear of an end

fear of a loss, a fear of parting

 

Do I not find despair everywhere?

despair for what has ended

despair of what might have been

 

Where is the me?

the me within?

that drinks to none but myself

that exists as the pure present

that is conscious of the throbbing life within

 

In this moment of resounding silence

I shout out loud into the darkness

Now, Now is that glorious moment

when I feel the blood in me

when I feel every muscle aching and staining in me

when I feel the very warmth of life surging through every inch

 

Ah life, is this our greatest tragedy?

that we may feel you in your resplendent self

when it shall merge with the great infinite?

 

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