Inside Out
The empty page on this new day, the fishing for thoughts that may never bite, I sit and write as a prayer to the Self I long to see.
The earth rumbles, the sky shakes, the silence deafens of the voice of the fallen tree.
The cup fills, the cup empties, with ink and then with air
I inhale to contain all that I cannot bear.
I am contained in whole
by the universe itself.
From it I emerged
From it I am destroyed
From dust to dust
From voice to source
Through phrase and verse I am an annihilated and rejoin, again.
