Poem: Hic Vigilans Somniat

 

Then, to be awake in the sound and harmony

Is to be deluged by the flowing murmurs

Of divinity;

 

A host of godlings enduring this captivity

Ripen into a molten core

And burst out of silence

Clamouring for attention;

 

That which we call “brain cells”

Achieve fusion with the blood

And trysting within the heart

Become as mindful as the tender

Green mosses;

 

Birds and butterflies,

Slanting in the sunshine

Come alive

And every wing, feather, leaf and bough

Stands out in vivid relief

Talking from world to world, with the boundless potential

Of spirit passing into spirit;

 

I shudder and they laugh,

“Hic vigilans somniat”—“He dreams awake”.        

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from the collection Riverbeds Flowing , 1999