Monday, November 30, 2020
The Evolute–– poem by Dorothy
The Evolute
If you wish to transmute,
open yourself to change.
Le the vibrations of transmutation
flow through your being
like a gentle wind caressing a rose
that opens its mouth to rain,
a bud that waits
for the awakening sun.
Yes, you can hear without ears,
see without eyes.
These are done by the invisibles
again and again,
even without your knowing
or recognition.
But if you are wed
to the realm
of the senses,
you will not reach
the kingdom I describe.
You will reject its perfections
for a world more familiar,
and wonder why anyone
would desire to enter
the realm of the immutable––
you will be content to remain
where you are, perishable
as a shadow in moonlight.
You will never know
the world of
formless beyond form,
the permanent after the ephemeral,
the embrace of ultimate bliss,
union with the unseen divine.
You will never find
your cosmic lover,
trembling as the earth shudders,
shaking within as secret love enters,
all in time with the leaf that wavers
now in your chest.
Dorothy Walters
November 20, 2020
