To discern our place To commune To see beyond our close shadow of death To focus my poet mind I need direction a qibla Or some beads to tell to take refuge from my life: A candle flame Only the candle Flame Flickering A journey into quietude begins Into that silence comes tranquillity And the absence of words Serenity beyond words: I become sentient - conscious of only this moment in the flame of a grain of sand Of the sun shining through golden autumn trees Of the clearing mists dissolving in the valley and above the hills giving way to rain that fills the sky so that the branches droop, dripping as the wind rustles the upper boughs and drops spatter on the window glass. Of love Peace Perhaps, now, I am no longer physical But have become a spiritual being having a human experience Writing And in the writing the words return
Originally published in Mostly Welsh (Y Lolfa 2019, pp.51-52)
- Moliere: “Without knowledge life is no more than a shadow of death”
- qibla: Spiritual direction (the direction of Mecca)
- Zen Master, Hung Chih, writes of serene reflection in which one forgets all words and realizes – is aware only of – Essence.
- c.f. Blake: Auguries of Innocence: “To see a World in a Grain of Sand…”
- “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, but…” Generally attributed to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ, a French idealist philosopher and Jesuit priest