After The Rain

So, when nothing happened

Taste dissolved into ash that fell as snow

Images bled into riverine waves

Scent crossed a desert without the spike of fear

Words fell between today and tomorrow

Fingers reached for cloth woven of dust,

And no where became every where.

Vine silent and tendril bound

Quartered light turning inward,

Soft the anticipation

As rain falls on parched fields.

So many before you

So many yet to come

The river flows, just flows.

Vibrating, pulsing waves

Generated from the Centre

Spread to the ends of the body

Then out into the trees

And so beyond even the woods

To the sky dome of infinity.

  

Someone wanted to be heard

To force a crack in the Cosmic egg

Allow light into the darkness of beginning

Play a tune composed entirely of mycelium threads

Even when adrift on an ocean of hard dreams

Breathed into wind from the source of East

Even as spoken words fell as rain on thirsty ground.

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