|
Peacequake
In the disconnected night
you barely hear his quiet voice
beneath your daytime noise
the periphery you navigate
his distant whisper faint
from the core you circle in fear
where he is always near
yet far from you this night
the stillness in you fragrant
a pool of tranquility and peace
his voice refuses to cease
it disturbs your incessant rant
miles from the epicenter
of his silent persistent teaching
you are straining and reaching
below the din of distracted living
and then suddenly the eruption
impacts the surface with such force
you are shaken from the source
the meaning of his breath
a cannon fulminating blast
shocks your rocked foundation
a shifting house vibration
broken bricks and shattered glass
it erupts your noisy exterior
from the shockwave you are woken
the word that he has spoken
is the gravity you cannot escape
the seismic stillness rattles you
he has devastated your illusion
taught you distance is delusion
and unearthed a volcanic peace
Randy Hurst
|
|
|
