Thoughts in the den

Economy sublime

Syllables of spartan clarity
the truth in them soothes my tempestuous soul
and when it comes down to it
to the bare bones of the honest truth
these few plain words
because they are real
and the speaker of them true
are all I could ever need

Volumes await my questing spirit
more than I can learn in a lifetime
but see there is listening to be done
a sacred thread
my own verbose insufficient attempts
cannot show what this is
nor should they
for it is new and ancient and beyond
what description might convey

Remember the simple thunder in reality
it was there in that first awareness
has flowed deep through every contact
a holy reverent covenant between two souls
why answered and asked and answered anew
no doubt ever when the nights and their days
command me in diligence and vigilance
to hold and keep safe this vital flame

And the conversations meander
through the weather and the events of our lives
while we overcome oceans in plans
for the doing of things
deferring to her quiet genius for building
I reel in the beauty she gives me
slow progress toward Nirvana
like a walk up a misty mountain path

So to write with a silver pen or one of gold
serves no purpose here
for there are never enough and always too many
words and phrases and speeches
to with justice and humble accuracy tell
the glory of so simple a rightness
as constitutes this eternal bond
so for its honor I must just now keep
a certain form of silence

~Well at St Brigid’s Shrine~