Soundlessly (Inspired by Marc Creamore)

Inspired by "Shadows Limping Toward Some Blinding Light" by Marc Creamore


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Life's precious mandala spins soundlessly —

unseen by unseeing eyes, unheard by unlistening ears, 

untouched by unfeeling hands —

there is only a small space between, 

a veil waiting patiently to be parted;

its shadowed secrets beg for revelation.

Drawn by delicate fingers,

rainbows are revealed within the storm —

there is no time, no winding clock — 

there is only this moment, this Now.

Souls once torn apart by unmerciful tempests 

may choose to rise again or remain inert;

eventual shadows may slowly drape  

across an empty canvas of a quiet wall — 

dim light fights unending darkness 

with knowing strength,

the vivid polarity of a final breath.

Truth leans hard against pulsing hearts of dragons,

survivors of ten thousand wars, ten thousand revolutions,

defenders against inhumanity, against dire dread —

their wings are folded smoothly, 

slant and still beneath infinite warmth, 

ready to emerge once more, 

prepared to exhale their pertinent flames.