Monday, November 30, 2020

What I Have Come Here to Know

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