Tuesday, March 4, 2014

testament



it’s one for the ages
a hundred years a hundred times
and more
to live in memory to go forward
in the world unsheathed
in flesh
the bones of stories left under trees
eyes empty bruised with tales
that whisper in the leaves
like silk
like sandpaper
deep ache of stillness forced

silence stretched beyond bearing
No Words

who can hear anguish on the swirling squall
who can taste the gagging liquid
the honeyed phrases
truths unvarnished
cassandra’s awful words belling
in the hollows of history?

will you be known by what was not heard
remembered for no thing
celebrated in your absence
sung in nonsense syllables
slipping down the rabbit hole
of forgotten dreams?

or is that light
shining through the windows
eliminating space
collapsing orbs of consciousness
in upon each other
the variegated luminous beams
of early dawn amongst encroaching green
is that light
a rebirth that the motes will tell
in dancing dusty urgencies
everything that must be remembered?

i leave my bones
my eyes and flesh picked clean by the dakini
wrathful worms
eaters of the past
dark consumers who enable the light to shine
i leave my  words
my tempest travailed tortured musings
my golden whiffs of cosmic beauty
whatever deliberations seemed important
at the time

weightless in the afterworld
the idea of self
remembered and forgotten and remembered
the mysteries of life pulse
in the blood
and of my blood
mortals grow forth upon the land
and each is Memory and each is Spark!



© 2013 pamela twining

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