still night

I caught your lonesome tear

Rolled the softness round invisible fingertips

Cold and afraid

Curled as winter fern

You perched in stillest darkness,

Armed with your feather

Blinding even the sun

Undefeatable.

Know this precisely:

While weakened by the experiment

What remains is what always has been

Clean, unchanging.

Being the present task,

Unfurl.

Awareness herself

Lies under willowy boughs

A defenceless breath

Then another

Now another

Like this we travel

Along disappearing lines

Towards nowhere really

A somewhere falls

You stand

Finally

Unsheathed, ready

Here your you will live and die

Only ever here

Just another day

As dreaming fades

Into the pure light

Oh, Majesty!

© Nicole LaLiberté