Stream of Consciousness
I found that I was lost the other day
and didn't mind at all, you see, for I
was climbing off old memories and took
a backward look to keep a steady path
and then take stock, when suddenly
I disappeared, and didn't notice it
for half an hour or so.
Something like those quantum particles
jumped orbit on me, got there without
traveling the intervening space;
now no more questions, please, for answers too,
are missing. I can tell you how to get there,
but I cannot tell you where
or what to watch for.
Nor do I find exclusiveness--in fact
no ponderous duality at all..
Dismay is not in sight,
nor judgement, nor a shred of pride--
no trace of that pretentious "I"
along the living water's edge.
If there are words,
they enter when I pull away.
If muses play upon my consciousness,
it is for naught, and I am but the slate
to hold some history of the divine
.
Open the shutters, entertain the light.
And when it passes, still there is no end;
for this poor crumbling body too is void
of everything but joy.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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