Eye
©December 17th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
I’m in the eye of the storm
Raging all around me.
I am calm, quiet, eerie, still.
The storm rages like a banshee,
The sea vaults high over all.
The ship keels dangerously over,
The sea birds are gone.
The sky looks down through a space,
And stars shine bright up there.
And I am that space, all the way down.
All around me life rages.
I sit at the centre, waiting.
There is only loneliness.
Solitude at the beginning,
Meets solitude at the end.
I want to hurry it up, but one
Cannot hurry up the passage
Between birth and death.
I am that passage,
And I am so very tired.
Once the storm abates,
New life will emerge, squalling.
And my passage will be
Of a different kind, but I have
No idea what that will be.
Can emptiness make itself
Into a shape, become a form?
Or will a shape create a new
Emptiness, become a space?
The storm rages on. I become its eye.
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