Poetry 'n Prose

Endless Soul

Endless soul, the very soul’s inner retreat
and nucleus, you still innermost space

that occupy no space yet light her face
in glance of recognition when we meet –

you, instant commonplace on way or street
as stone but quite untouchable in place

being her possessionless pure grace
and miracle – here, gone – too bittersweet

for being instantaneous, lacking name,
beginningless, unpassing, without end –

movement through leaves, sensed radiance
in all things, yet yourself always unseen –

in me be present yet and through me send
breath, spirit, ghost and ecstasy of flame.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

5 replies on “Endless Soul”

Awake so early and such words too. I take with me today the thought of our endless souls

I like the hmm. Kinda describes how I feel this fair morn’ . Time to walk it off me thinks

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