Eloquence

After the stormy blasts:

Why are you here?

The question not heard,
but felt from before before,
as if thought-occurred,
but not.

Because of you!

After the air is
completely stilled,
yet poised, bated:
Why are you here?

Because of me!

Even the stilled landscape,
hushed to stasis as it was,
registered a riffling shift
through space and time.

Return!

This is where to go
will not be to arrive
at any reminiscent place,
but where leaving
is departing
from old places and ways
as they are irrevocably
and forever
being torn from the fabric
of memory and knowing.

© 2015 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

~ kol d'mamah dakah

Trignosis 1.

1. illuminations

walking in the light,

a blinding experience;
there is no softness to truth,
and neither are there shadows
within which to linger on this journey

and it does continue,
the soul journey

blindness is
a necessary hazard
while traveling the interior

they brush up against me,
their wings barely touching me,
but I can hear them rustle;
they lead me on right paths
when I put my faith in silence
and release the hand of thought

in the desert places,
bushes burn,
and silence opens
toward the flames;
angel wings guide
no-thought
forward
to be quickened
and to be quenched

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen