Thursday, April 21, 2011
The Awakening (poem by Dorothy)
The Awakening
You never knew
where it came from.
Later some said
past life,
some voted for purity
in this
(though you knew better).
In any event,
it was your time.
All the conditions were ripe,
floating like feathers
on a stream
to a preselected destination.
No one was there
to lead you.
Not even a person to tell,
friend or loved one,
attentive listener.
So you kept everything
locked in,
secret treasure
hidden in the
dark recesses
of your personal closet,
like a forbidden novel,
a store of some
illegal substance.
Meanwhile,
you kept your appointments
each morning
with the unknown suitor,
the one you called the Beloved,
who had no name,
formless other.
As the years passed
you came to know
one another well in a fierce union,
flame of terror and bliss,
and the silence deepened.
You never discovered
why it happened,
what it meant.
Even now
it continues
in its own inscrutable
way.
Of such mysteries
are our lives compounded,
moment to moment
of the indecipherable.
Dorothy Walters
April 20, 2011
