loose taoist impression of the meditative state |
Call me by my name I'll hear only the sparkling of shattered glass, like a wind chime melody, as fragments of mirror come to rest on the floor of an empty room... See my form through the fog of that which is not. Like lightning behind the clouds. Bracing for thunder that never comes. Finding shelter from rain that never falls. Listen to me closely and hear only helpless breath. Read the lips of my silence, words as quiet as the tears of a tongueless child, born with so much to say. I'm playing you a song Do you hear? It has no lyrics but its message is clear. I've invented an instrument of my own design, to play in the cavern to which I'm resigned... Stretching nine strings between my body and I Strummed with broken pieces of if. and of why Feel no sadness if you can't hear- my cavern is deeper than it may appear... Just stand at the entrance, and call me by name. If I hear the glass shatter no one is to blame... 8/16/10.......Realms.......... |