The Ethers
No mind or body in the Ethers--
continuance, a breath of cool air.
No thoughts penetrate, and neither
beauty nor wisdom can function there.
Is this motionless place without soul,
or the substance from which souls emerge?
Perhaps it's unending love extolled,
where unknowingness is at last purged.
Is it the place where forever thrives,
with spirits in boundless synergy?
In breathless quiet, sudden sparks appear:
beginning movement and energy.
Surely, this must be the in-between space,
moments to grasp as all time stands still.
Its gentle hold resurrects our souls,
a new life begins with dreams to fill.
August 27, 2022
for Sans Mind-Body Who Are We poetry contest
by Unseeking Seeker
quatrain abcb
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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