The time has come to collect spacious nothingness,
And with the blowing of a final wind,
Leave this lonesome place forever.
So, in a way, this is my goodbye note,
A thank-you for all the leaves shed
In this garden of love,
The pinecones cracked open by unbridled flames.
A farewell to the gravity of this planet,
Always hugging me fiercely to her bosom,
Ready to heap an abundance of life
On my every awareness.
The kindest, most patient of mothers,
With firm conviction and immutable resilience,
Gentle in each fall of crystalline white,
Or drip of dew on mornings free of early rising,
Still soft and half asleep, warm under the in between
Of both dream spaces.
This time, yes, to leave time.
The behind, the beyond, where linear-ality
Makes memories from experiences hazy and in pain,
Cobbling together enlightenment in the best way it knew how:
Watching and listening with senses too dull to marvel,
But sharp enough to dress duality in wild colors.
A heart open enough to make the world dance
When all it did was sit still.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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The pinecones cracked open by unbridled flames.- this line is just so awesome... I can little hear and feel the crackle. Great Poem