JOURNEY VI

The Calm after the Storm rises about

my bruised and broken form

as a stone-white Temple,

a shadow-lit space for contemplation

where the very air revels in an

inviolable Stillness,

and the raw, ravaging emptiness in my

soul transmutes into the echo

of a faraway ringing within the Silence.

In the ampleness of this Hollow,

Pathway to Rebirth, Womb of Healing,

my wretched spirit discerns

the voice of the Void,

my pulse, the pull of a Star

that breathed gold where I now kneel.

My flame grows

into its misty Orb, dissolving into the

dusky air-scape that

fuses Time, Being and Memory.

For a deathless moment, I burn gold,

guiding the rise and fall

of the Wheel, leading the Seasons.

Here, where Death hunts Life

and prating stifles Wisdom, I seek Home

in the blazing blue of Mystery's halls,

for, by their pure light,

Elements, Nature and Aether unite,

for to lend our words meaning.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source: tvorchestvof.blogspot.com

Artist: Rafał Olbiński