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