Kundalini Splendor

No matter where you look,
she tells us (that poet
we love so well),
regardless of how many lines or levels
you explore,
there is no ecstasy in Robert Frost.

Beauty, yes,
darkness, in abundance.
And emptiness--
the nothingness
of endless space unfilled
and unfulfilling.

Only the ache and pull
of something
that allures,
yet remains unknown.
The woods
with their siren call
pulling us inward toward
some silent unseen thing,
some fearful
revelation,
unnamed god in waiting..

Part of us longs to enter,
explore this veiled epiphany.
The voice of caution
holds us back,
leaves us gazing
from the edge of safety,
then turns us toward the place of
friends, reassuring fires,
comfort of familiar smiles and voices.

Once more,the lure of safety
carries the day:
Too much daring,
excess of passion,
can split the soul,
make us blind,
climber trapped in gathering ice,
moth caught stranded
in sputtering flame.

copyright, Dorothy Walters