Maybe You are Gone...
There was a life I endured— From crawling into walking, From startled beginnings Into something worn and strained. Your presence sustained my survival, Whether on earth or beyond it. I searched within the soul— From barrenness into fertile ground, And back again into barrenness. Each time I tried to begin again, I found myself trapped in restless thought, With every effort dissolving Into dilemmas I could not avoid. Time passed in stillness— From hours into days, Days into months, Months into years, Until years gathered into a life That deepened into silence. Through the final closing— From an opening into confinement, From light into stillness— I became a hardened child Under the protection of Goddess Kali. Maybe you are gone. Yet I continue in stillness, Guided by what remains of the divine . ...
