GOLDEN MERIDIAN
“Here at the centre of things.”
(There at the centre of things),
“We see everything and hear everything.
How the chorus of dawn is continuous,
How the shadow, like a wave,
Retreats from the light around the world’s edge.
How the light, like a wave, retreats
From the shadow and silence of night
With owls and thunder.”
There is one here,
( there is one there),
Dressed in liquid gold
Like a summer river,
Like a wood filled with birdsong.
He says:
“If you wish to be more
Than you are now,
You must learn to suspend your knowing.”
He says:
“Your in breath is the outbreath of another.
Your outbreath is the inbreath of another.
She says:
“Look. Listen.
The birds of dawn
Forever singing.”
She says:
“Look. Listen.
The eternal stars
Forever resting
In cool midnight silence.”
He says:
“Beginnings and endings are words.
Life and death are words.
To travel beyond words
Is a road few follow.
All those here are dancers.
Movement comes before sound.”
She says:
“There are no questions
That cannot be answered
With more questions.”
He says:
“Eternal sunrise.
Eternal twilight.
We admit those
Who have forgotten their names,
Only.
What is your name?”
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