Hum
Posted by Brijit Reed in Uncategorized
HUM
in these garments
are the remnants
of meaning and memories,
adjacent to my flesh,
and to my bones.
embroidered within my heart,
this matrix is mine.
it records the shine
of each pearl I’ve cast away.
days devoted to earth and sky,
summoning spirits
with sweetgrass-scented prayers,
in escort of the tranquil snap of sparks
and the smoky, perfumed hope
that unites us with the clouds
and drinks from the sun.
elixir of the gods
pours from the stars
and nourishes the Earth
in arcing colors of refracted light,
while humanity perches
on the sharp surface
of Occam’s blade,
tempted by illusion,
but desirous of Truth.
we chase Maya’s dreams
with the studied aerial navigation
and the stuttered flight
of a buttery, fluttery, butterfly
…fluttering by…
on paper-thin wings
but a heart full of life.
a forest of mirrors
reflecting our faces to eternity.
infinite options for Maya,
but only One unfurling reality
in a boundless continuum—
a hum,
of Now….