Certain seen the flow that from a
native stream
Pours over level ground and at an end tumbles
Crashing down in free abandon---
A first-flight fall--- of water
Dreams are not more silent, nor mirrors
still
Than a a child’s quick-silver heart
In seeking a second---
Another pouring beneath the natural
The unseen--- the unheard of--- life---
in a place
Has its roots in the first---
Matching its deep desire and going
under
Falling into the depths and anchoring
there---
Bringing up the essence of a second
Faintly heard beneath
We, then--- listening--- hear only
silence---
The force and power of the seen
Overwhelming the under-thing of the spirit---
But in a child’s mind and life there
are no empty spaces
Silence--- stillness--- alive for
them---
Theirs the life within the life--- the
treasure highly sought
Finding a world within a world---
A place enclosed---
Quiet immobility captures them---
Mirrored dreams sending them moving fast---
And well beyond the wise---
Full of endless possibilities---
The impossible--- sounds--- they hear:
The crinkling tinkle of dew settling
Eddying currents of air on a windless
day
Close-footed steps of moonbeams along
the shore---
A waterfall of spirit for them
Falls beneath the life of every native
stream
Their understanding--- free of
convention---
A creative act--- in a dimension we do
not see
Ideas and insights rising as bubbles---
Vanishing again in the instant
Before they could be caught---
Impressions whirling in from without
And a beneath a second fall--- a
third---
And space for diving under---
A place for infinity
A child enters in the unseen image of the
visible
Making of his imagined copy
A fantasy of the truest truth---
More real for having no outward form
*
- From my new book: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
