Ponder

In the stillness of a river

I have sat and dwelled

three lifetimes or more,

I cannot tell.

Witnessing the world

pour-me over

In a silence

I could not spell

 

I was a pebble, stirring

and swelling the constant

shed of depth

 

floating all along the cosmos

in the smallest of songs

 

I was the aura

of what one cannot be

quiet sure of, a nebula

of ocean

 

you see

I was both at once and

 

once, once more

 

I was the source

 

no longer man,

nor woman

nor god, but

 

chorus

 

confluence

of all

 

divergence

 

 

a humming puddle

of dilating nothing

 

I had wet the stone

and dried the water

tasted the salt and

 

thirsted no more

 

I awoke

with each moment

until bursting we over-

turned the stone

 

an empty shell

laughed and

 

cracked open

 

out of absence

flourished a forest

 

i was lost

there was no knowledge

 

there was no focus

 

a turtle was born

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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