psalm of silence

The psalm of silence sits
In silent contemplation
Drawing forth
A template,
Reincarnation of memories drifting
Like swirls of smoke:
Mirrors reflecting remembrance

I sit upon the sand
Stretching from here to eternity-
The opposite shores of destiny-
Holding the open space,
The expanse of this sea of stormy dreams
Seemingly drifting away
Like swirls of smoke:
Mirrors reflecting remembrance

Retreat into stillness. . .
I must absorb the sound of the rain
Dropping like desperate and hurried
Torrents of time,
Dropping like sudden leaves
Fluttering to the ground,
Embedding the autumn with layers,
Sheets,
Streams of endless things
Falling
Away
Descending upon the open plains
Rolling forth from my open palm
Calm within the psalm of silence,
This night enmeshed in memories of now.
The future has fallen from the past
Dissipated
Like swirls of smoke:
Mirrors reflecting remembrance

Watching
The coming and going
The rise and fall. . .
Without cease my mind rolls its everlasting wave
Washing onto silent shores
Watching. . .
I watch thoughts pass in the flotsam
Increasing
Decreasing
And there is naught to understand,
Only the sun to stand under,
Regarding the moon
And feeling her fullness
Pulling tides in oceans of blood
Rolling through my veins,
And I am lifted to serenity
Without holding onto vanity.
I watch the coming and going
Knowing there is naught to understand,
Only remembrance
Of reverence
For petals unfolding upon this open palm
Psalming silence
In silent contemplation of this
Imagination-
An image of disintegration
Like swirls of smoke:
Mirrors reflecting me and
My
Self
Walking hand in hand upon sands
Shored to eternity,
Moored to anchors in ancestral destiny
Riding a wave of peace,
Piecing together my broken mirror
Swirling like smoke through the halls of my life
And I understand naught;
Not that I don’t comprehend
But I choose to stand naked
In silent contemplation of my psalm
Of silence
And scream

Echoes of shadows
Smoke and mirrors
Reflections of me
In you
Where I find myself
Laughing at my foolishness
Blessed to gift myself forgiveness
I press wine into grapes
Feeding a gesture of humility
I can relate to within myself