Wednesday, September 03, 2008
The Transition (poem)
The Transition
I have traveled.
through swamps and forests,
past fens and deserts
and whirlpools of fire.
Finally I am ready,
here at the edge
of the sublimely unbounded,
this light that strikes
like a bolt of love.
Now I shall shed this familiar garment,
this frail cover
against the impending all.
What will I do
when this blaze
sweeps through me,
and I become merely
a breath of pale flame?
Dorothy Walters
September 2, 2008
