A Fire Doused for Ceremony

A Poem

A Fire Doused for Ceremony

In a shallow cavity 
impressed by departed desire, 
a still lake forms. Content, able 
to assume any shape. Freedom 
found after surrender. Liberty
not bred from thrusting, but 
bated breath, belonging only
to the non-seeking. Oh what power
and potential in the wantless, 
in the complete: carnal hands, 
with palms down, finger-painting 
with water. Art outlined by 
emptiness, canvas blank, save
for blind and bleeding strokes 
of non,  forming immunity from 
persuasion. Proof of inertia. 
And yet, after the climax 
of resolve, a snag...

Spirit testifies: 
Oh wise one, under not, embers glow. 
A fire doused for ceremony. Many sing 
of joy of plenty, and you've heard the cries 
of yearning, but those who pray for good
riddance of wanting, root as tumors in the Earth.


© NJSIMAT