Here is mystery
The moment when reason
retreats before belief
The point of elation
twisting into strange grief
See a penitent soul
falling like a thief
naked and vulnerable
to their knees
before some ineffable light
Here the Adept
and the Fool
both traverse the precipice
and willingly fall
into nothingness
or the loving arms of god
Whichever catches them first
Here is mystery
Where the journey ends
at its beginning
See the squalling infant
in the man
And the story unfolds
after the parable is told
I am nothing before
I am anything
And from being I return
To the void of nothing again
In this abyss
it is true
what the poet has said,
the only way out is through
And while I wrestle with doubt
the certainty of the waiting light
endures
Here is mystery
I am only my thought
and my love
Of what stuff is a soul
beyond this?
the Fools laughs at his folly
even as he seeks
as do I
Here is mystery
The moment when life
entwines its hands with death
The dance of the soul
Escaping on the breath
All the memories
I have struggled to forget
Sacrifice them all
for one moment of true belief
True belief
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Epic!
Thank you so much!
I love philosophy and in poetry it seems to be even more lovely. I really enjoy your poetry. And your comments
I thank you
Thank you, and you are more than welcome for my comments on your work – you are very talented!:)
So very true — love it!!!
Thank you!
Outstanding! Wow!
Thanks Roxi!
Beautiful!!! Truly beautiful!!
Thank you so much!
Magnificent! Lovely Truth! Wonderful. Thank you, Helen.