Life’s everlasting flower
23 April 2020
Inside me
The memories spill
They spell slow
Overkill
Of words gathered in neat stacks
Unfolding in racks
The soothing
Blindness that covers
What I read
Once in time
Now concealed the very rhyme
Of breath that hovers
Outside me
Circles concentric
They twine low
Into skill
Life’s everlasting flower
Intricate power
Reading of the poem:
Alone with the Alone (verses by Ibn’ Arabi) – Henry Corbin
The stanza about the soothing blindless that covers. Is so deep. I know that a single poem can have so many meanings for different people. For me, this speaks of a willingful blindness or a wanting to not see what is before one’s eyes.
This poem left me thinking.
Bravo.
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Thanks Drew. That’s quite a deep comment. Yes you are very right, there’s the wilfull blindness of not wanting to see, to acknowledge. Thanks as always for your comments.
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My pleasure.
Be safe.
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Thanks and you too, be safe and pain free
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Appreciate that. Thanks
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