Suddenly

A mite of light spits out of me

flowing liquid through vessels of dust

embodying a center here,

in this pin-point crater of eternity.

And these bones map the breakage

and this bliss is light revolving

through skin, muscle and form.

Suddenly, a symphony of love

but not all loving –

often, discord and cruel interruption

hardly resolving to That harmony

of loss and becoming.

Timelessly hosting this Being

as a continuous still note sounds

and strange planetary choirs

celebrate the silence That let them sing.

Suddenly, someone turns on the lights,

And I am here – in walls confining,

twilighting in two-tunnelled places

of old faces and this ‘no’ thing,

That we strive so hard to believe.