Aug 2020
~We all live through breath and time,
Through movement and mistake, though
Our world is often blind. We try and find
our voice, but the great chasm that is
Silence is infinitely demanding. If only
We realised that time never stills, that it
Waits not for one,
That we are all just beings of nerve and arduous love,
Sometimes we are vulnerable: stripped away and weary-eyed,
Sometimes we are coiled in ash and basalt, as if we are skies
And through us pass comets of smouldering
Inadequacy and vagabond dreams, meandering
discontent and grief unstitched at seams,
And when time loosens its grasp, we fade a little; for
Memory crawls toward a life more simple, it
Drowns itself in a Spirit that hovers continual
Over the death of time, omnipotent and glorious;
For we are all precariously floating on the
Brink of life's unfurling void, constantly inching
Closer to our own shadows, all too absent,
too unaware of our own fragility...~
Through movement and mistake, though
Our world is often blind. We try and find
our voice, but the great chasm that is
Silence is infinitely demanding. If only
We realised that time never stills, that it
Waits not for one,
That we are all just beings of nerve and arduous love,
Sometimes we are vulnerable: stripped away and weary-eyed,
Sometimes we are coiled in ash and basalt, as if we are skies
And through us pass comets of smouldering
Inadequacy and vagabond dreams, meandering
discontent and grief unstitched at seams,
And when time loosens its grasp, we fade a little; for
Memory crawls toward a life more simple, it
Drowns itself in a Spirit that hovers continual
Over the death of time, omnipotent and glorious;
For we are all precariously floating on the
Brink of life's unfurling void, constantly inching
Closer to our own shadows, all too absent,
too unaware of our own fragility...~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldLk0rQORHY
