at war with the winter
beliefs stripped bare
feeling like faith fucked me over
still I cling to everything and nothing
hoping to have it all
so far removed cut off
from the central heart of creation
like the universe had never come to know
my face or had somehow forgotten my name
hope is complimentary
suffering paid in full
resilience fashioned in the fires of remora
between ignorance and intelligence
the questions and the knowing
truths like hammer and heat
forging the sword that splits the stone
times i find myself unable to speak
incapable of communicating the song of myself
not due to shyness or disinterest
no far from it
having to express so much
endless questions condensed in a lifetime
often i have trouble knowing where to start
when to begin
how to stop
my happiness meditates in recesses hidden
between pain and artistic expression
resourceful products of imagination
formless substance manufactured in sublime factories
everything bound in becoming
robust embodiment of nonbeing
brethren of beings identities immersed
in an innate awareness deepening
the light that shies from sound
tones that speak only in silence
ageless voices reciting stories of the nameless
subtle worlds of crystal geology
the air that bristles with blue electricity
fascinating densities stretching the dark's supple fabric
knowing not a thing to be worth nothing
accepting anything other than defeat
perfection defined by persistence
everything a witness to the secret lives
of energies passing though all
lost but never forgotten
always one with the whole
Gregory Allen Uhan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-one-with-the-whole/
