I think the angels must be breathless
As they watch the descent
Of the wanderer and his shadow
Plunge to Earth and take to their iron path from birth.
Of this world the cries of which I heard
For the sake of peace I cannot tell.
I know I followed them through the starry constellated maze
Of my ring-pass-not
On the journey to my mother's womb
It was necessity. Not possible to not hear such wailing.
The echoes of human tears flood the aethers
Leading to the final stages prior to the projection into flesh,
The aethers tremble with the din
And the wheels within wheels of the stars
Calculating and carrying out the directives
To the umpteenth thought cogitating within
The infinite, ever- lasting cogs of the One Mind
Turning and grinding throughout the Ten Ages,
Mandating this all…
I know I had tranquility once.
I did because I came here with the likes of tranquility
That only the breathless and deathless have
Before I took on a mind and body.
How much unbinding there is to be done of our souls.
To remember this, and then perchance to do it and live it
While in a mind and body,
A work as impossible as losing one's shadow
(To be continued...)
