A Transposition

A Transposition

Rested in your words
I begin to breathe
again.
Love like breathing
is a biological need,
though of the body,
living its life in the breath beyond the breath,
love finding the life in words,
not uttered,
a hidden wisdom, a touch of sorrow that is lit
by something that begins in
somewhere of a far origin.
Simple and whole, a single world when in need,
and once fulfilled, breaking the reins and breaking free
of all that the need recalls
of its holding and clinging and the desperation of the fever that would not leave, shouting to the very skies with thirst.

This calm that follows
spreads over all:
the troubles and strifes,
the imaginary empires won and lost
behind screens of smoke
and once fulfilled, breaking the reins and breaking free
of all that the need recalls
of its holding and clinging and the desperation of the fever that would not leave, shouting to the very skies with thirst.

This calm that follows
spreads over all:
the troubles and strifes,
the imaginary empires won and lost
behind screens of smoke.
Not a trace left behind.
Encircled fortresses, gates forced open
to the battles within,
everything still
after the rains.
Seen like a city
now in a mirror,
was it really what was seen?
A splendid rose cut from the stem,
why do I still recall
the pain and the hurt when neither the thorn nor the body of the rose remain?
This calm, this silence,
all unknown,
yet holds a secret deeper than the rose .
The mystery holds.
The silence holds.
I dare not open the heart of this silence.
This ancient quest lands at the shrine unknown
and returns to a deep sea all unknown..