The Mystic Canon

How I long to slip the hands of time 

and find that stillness, 

the silence, 

Where the breeze whispers to the leaves, 

The waves rock the pebbles to sleep,

Rain soothes the golden wheat;

That moment when my mind is in the night sky,

Distant suns are eclipsed 

And clouds pass by,

Where eternity subtly weaves its thread

through the speckled cosmic web.

I linger here, like a smouldering coal,

Not wanting to leave this,

This mystic dream that fills the hole,

Making everything seem complete,

Between body, mind and soul,

And language admits defeat,

Laying its sword at the victor’s feet,

For silence has won,

Sense is dumb,

And all succumbs to a greater law,

That no thing can ignore,

To this I submit,

Now is the moment, I shall admit,

When the sun’s grasp shall quit

its monopoly on time, 

Then let slip its lease of days,

For the universe has its way

of bringing things back in line.

Then all is forgotten until a disturbed scent

of a brushed flower is sent 

To remind me of how I long to slip the hands of time

and find that stillness,

the silence,

Where the breeze whispers to the leaves, 

The waves rock the pebbles to sleep,

Rain soothes the golden wheat;

That moment when my mind is in the night sky,

Distant suns are eclipsed 

And clouds pass by………

Sougen

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