What I Have Come Here to Know
It did not always arrive
in words.
Sometimes it was
just a feeling,
holding the hand
of someone you loved
or the tumultuous waves
that washed through you
when you were dissolved
totally and knew nothing
but the bliss of the invisible,
come to claim you
as its own.
I could name things:
Mozart lifting you
to a place beyond the supreme moment
your body trembling
toward a different realm,
too intense to bear––
those leaves stirring within
as they shared their joy
with me, the witness––
those sweet frequencies that rose up
from earth itself
and captured you
in Ireland's sacred places,
your heart exploding
with unquenchable desire.
And of course
there were the dark opposites:
the betrayals,
the broken promises,
the desertions by the faithful.
All knit together now
into a single ball of truth,
a blend of everything
into a shining perception
of final reality,
how you are now mixed together
as one.
Dorothy Walters
November 21, 2020