Posted on September 1, 2004 by Nik

into the dialectic

self portrait

self portrait

. . . A little while,
a moment of rest upon the wind,
and another woman shall bear me.

~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran

Drifting
through the formless void, darkness

all around.
there is a shimmer of sound

like the siren’s song
reaching through space and time.

And in an instant
in an ocean of seeing,
we agree to meet, on those distant
heaving shores.

And I am falling now,
falling through the font
swimming into Being,

into the dialectic,
the mythical, exquisite life
of Earth