Saturday, October 06, 2018
Lament––poem by Dorothy
Lament
I stood in a forest
in the center of silence.
A single note
rose up my spine
and a flower bloomed
in my head.
Its trembling flowed out
into the universe
and I became one
with the great pulsation
of Love
that is all there is,
everything that
remains when
all the rest is taken.
But my secret
became known
and other voices chimed in.
Soon there was only a din,
a cacophony of sound
that left no room
for the single listener,
no space
for the hungry divine,
the lover and you.
Dorothy Walters
October 6, 2018
(image from internet)
