Aug 9, 2019 Uncategorized

Today, With An Old Friend
©August 9th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram

Met an old friend, and true;
Saw art that spoke of light and shadow,
Of line and white space and tone and colour,
Art that flooded the mind
With reflections of reflections,
Like glass reflecting glass
In mirrors and rivers.
A walk in a park with a volcanic-red walkway
Lined with trees that drank damp air,
As we spoke of this and that.

Later, a visit with neighbors,
With family, exchanging pleasantries,
Being pious on a day dedicated to the Goddess.
This was today.
It seemed right and good,
After days of rain and staying home.

The purpose of living
Is to love, but even more,
The purpose of living
Is to build layer after layer
Of memory, like glass upon glass, upon glass,
So that when the end nears,
We can plunge right through all those layers of glass
Into a place beneath and beyond, a lake, perhaps,
Layered with images of your life –
Till, going downwards through Time,
You see a space that’s waiting for you.
All yours.
Singular, saturated, empty,
A white space,
With no colours,
And all colours,
Holding no memories,
Holding every memory,
Where you sit, eyes closed,
And dissolve into sand,
While the glass melts over you,
Drop by drop, and you find that you scatter and spread out,
As you are translated into a seashore,
Even as you arise, luminous with the numinosum,
Fully formed from the sea.
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