Ground

Here is a spiral
Here is a sound
I don't know which way is up
Or if I am standing
Or falling on this ground
Here is a visión
All winding inward
All winding outward
Here the becoming
Here the disolution
All of this held
In utmost equanimity
in the absolute
of all things
In the center
The encounter
The blue night become dark
with searching
for the blue dawn
where a pearl takes form
out of the inky black
night of absence
of loss of that
the loss become
the grain of sand
around which the molusk
creates a brilliant moon
in the night sky
a night
out of which words are born
defined
named
taking on light
the same word
at another angel to the sun
that other refraction
changes everything
as it finds its resting place
allowing gravity
in the immensity
of simplicity
a simple depth
a simple truth
creating no wakes
only depth of presence now
loss becomes simple
in the onliness of fact
—weightless apparition
on the deeper ground of being.

—Lorena