Far from the walled villages,
Of religion and philosophy,
Of belief and dogma…
Road vanished into path,
All certainty diminishing,
Ever less discernible…
Path vanished into hillside,
My satchel of words and concepts,
Dropped somewhere along the way…
Hillside vanished into Vastness,
“Where am I?!”
The Heart swoons in Rapture…
The Known vanished into Wonder,
“What am I?!”
The Mind collapses, unable to breathe…
Here I choose to dwell;
A choice in which I have to say,
I have had no say…
Carried, all along, as a willing hostage,
In the embrace of Swooning Heart,
And the arms of Breathless Mind.
