I HAD HARDLY
to take one step forward
Than
I was in it . . .
The
pool of water at my feet . . .
That
particular pool of loneliness
In
which I had a part
Into
which I could step, or not step
And
take part in its life, or not . . .
Reel,
perhaps, in its requirements of me
And
be enriched by it . . .
Or,
take a leap over it
And
miss out on its incredible bounty
All
that is at my feet is my given portion and a gift
Why
not be brave and step into it?
If,
its gouged depression, down there on the ground
Was
just the shape of the pool created by my tears . . .
To
enable me to enter life and light . . .
Why
grieve? The thing is life!
The
pool expands . . . contracts . . .
Disappears
for a season but always taking me with it
Where
it has gone inside because of its being in me . . .
I
am a part in all that loneliness is gifted by
And
that particular pool of loneliness
In
which I had a part
Was
a well of water and everlasting light and life
*
-From: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland: Volume 3
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