Poems of This and That

My breath is a gentle inward murmur,

And outward whoosh.

Petrichor imbues the senses, sharp and spicy.

Overhead whispering, quivering leaves, sway.

Eyelids flutter; lashes flitter.

Perception fuses with Earth's meridian lines,

Of the landscaped living world.

Memory recalls that which is not remembered and

Ignites within me something nameless about Self.

The Alpha and Omega Self.

Summoned in promise of supreme ceaseless perpetuity.

Instinctive awareness of an indescribable transcendence,

Is a precursor to the disjunction from paradox.

Images from the mirror of Enigma emerge,

Seen through a dark glass as Self toys with Time.

My mind's eye envisions,

A grain of sand dropped in a watery pool of light.

A thousand ringlets spread,

Each a recurve of the other and

With no certain meaning,

Except of Self.