The Threads Of Life

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As the hail stones the evening before
Pounded on the glass doors to the balcony

And the whistling winds
Sang full throated

And thundering clouds
Played a symphony

And the torrential rain
Spring cleaned the air

And in the morn
On the quiet waters of the lake

Scores of schools of fish
Came a dancing to the edge

Laying there
So still

Just beneath the surface
Of the gently lapping waves

And an eagle flew overhead

And in a splash
A hundred dancing golden
Glittering shimmering bubbles

Flew from the surface
Jumping into the air

And disappeared
Back
Into the inky depths

Taking the fish
With them

And there she stood
Mesmerized
Soaked
Drenched in it

Vacant eyes aglow

Reflections
Tangoing
Here
And
There
And
Everywhere

As fullness wrapped emptiness
In it's warm embrace

And swirled
In the spaces
In between

Emptiness pranced
With it's own fullness

Swaying
To it's own inner drummer

Swathed in feathered clouds of
Pinks and blues
Purples and greens
And reds
And burnished gold

All around garbed in iridescent colours
Spinning yarns

And she was life
Spinning

Reaching out
Touching itself

Flowing
In
And through and as itself

Awareness without perception... a dead dodo

Rising and falling together

Not one
Not two

Not is
Not isn't

Not neither
Not both

Tears

As awareness looks upon itself
Through itself
And sees itself reflected everywhere

Oh!
How it comes alive

Oh my
Oh my

The heart wrenching beauty

And I sit and weep

The words catch in my throat

It simply slays

This dance
With the apparent other

Where there's not even the one

It lights up
Something beautimous

Even as it reaches out to touch itself

The lover
And the beloved

And the love
Dancing in the empty spaces in between
Empty in itself

Knowing there's nothing
And no one there

The heart breaking love
Of that

She's made up of all the iridescent colours of life

She's life itself....spinning

Awareness
Aware of itself

And I sit here and weep some more
At this sublime wondrousness

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Painting by Paula Nicho Cumez

It depicts Nona, the Roman name for Clotho or She-who-spins-the-thread-of-life.



nalabonga's picture

beautiful

i really like this poem, can relate to its depth, thank you.

nalabonga | Mon, 04/02/2018 - 08:37
MAI's picture

Thank you

nalabonga,

Thank you

Monica Dayakar

MAI | Tue, 04/03/2018 - 01:39