Ascoltare La Luna

She returns
a sliver at a time
back within me
and I am empowered.
At midnight
when the water is coldest
when she is round
I can run faster
turning in the darkness
like a snake or salmon
moving swiftly upstream
I arch to find and form
concentric circles,
a funnel I can move through;
A wormhole to pass through.
On the other side is ...
Avalon, Atlantis,
the birth of the Milky Way.
The other side is the center
turned on itself,
turned on it's head.
No wind nor rain
no clouds, nor sunshine
the no thing
Ain Soph Ain ...
never ending
and somehow perfect.
Is this me?
This storm's eye
so farsighted
fall's asleep
when she reads too much.
Am I here?
Where I feel in limbo
not happy, nor depressed
not driven, nor apathetic.
Where is this storm's eye
that knows no name
no station
no coordinates.
Floating
floating
simple silence
no rhythm
no symphonies
NO LIFE!
No music can only mean
there is no life.
Listen
find a rhythm
ahhhh ...
there it is
space
is ephemeral
not in four four time.
not now.
La Bella Luna
teach me your mysteries
here
on the other side
so convoluted
disconnected
from that other place
thought to be real.
Teach me
find me Mother ...
I am floating here
in this disconnected rhythm.
Muddy
cannot see clearly
convoluted
floating
waiting like salmon ...
for my concentric circle.