Ailill
refers to himself as a teacher and a traveler; he should probably
include philosopher in that description, and he should definitely
include writer as a key identifier too. This poem gives us a lot to
think about, chew on, savor. His poem Clang appeared at vox poetica in 2009.
at-one-ment
By Ailill
Pouring out of the well of our being
to the hearts of this self becoming,
silent moon fingers caress
with a poetic consciousness,
suggestive word play in provocative dress,
sending mental images that convey
telepathic messages to the brain.
Alien nation seeking to atone,
for what has been undone,
earth and heaven becoming at one
all, at once, in at-one-ment
with the presence of this moment.
Inside these turning metaphors,
awaits a key to unlock the doors,
that lock and guard our hearts
keeping us separated, apart,
from each other, like the beloved
seeking their lover, the dove
that sings in mourning, awaiting
for the returning. Tropes recurring
in forbidden rhythm and rhyme?
Patterns whirling in a heart dance,
symbolic overtones, hidden signs,
entranced inside of this romance.
Have you witnessed the morning glory,
bearing witness to the meaning of this story?
In love, opening up to the first rays of the sun,
The light reflected within, a summons,
to inner visions of the heart’s condition.
On a journey through life alone,
A rain drop seeks to return home.
Yearning like a snake under a spell,
swirling like smoke compelled,
twisting and turning through the well,
roots growing into the vine, becoming green,
opening up into the oneness of being.
