It occurs to me now
That all that remains unseen,
Unheard, unfelt, unknown to us
Does not do so for its elusiveness -
But for the lost opportunity
Of unwillingness and inability.

The images that exist in darkness,
The songs that fly by on wings of silence,
The weight of transparent, paper thin
Contact lenses sitting, not floating, on corneas
Are never nonexistent,
But are often… overlooked.

The fleeting colors of so called reality,
The crash and bang of everyday,
And the heaviness of the clothes we wear
To cover up our own nakedness
Steal our attention –
And close our eyes and ears and hearts
To the everything-else we dare not know.

We are, it seems
Nearly always, half asleep
In our wakefulness.

Until - unless - we stumble into
That pool of forgotten clarity
And drown ourselves there
(in a half inch of rain water, even)
Until the lungs of numbness fill
And foolishness dies
So that we may, finally – open, wide,
Long neglected ears and hearts and eyes

And, by virtue of overwhelming awareness
Become unwilling and unable to deny
How we were truly meant
To live our lives.
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Life After Drowning Contributed by Silent-No-More on Saturday, 22nd April 2006 @ 04:16:34 PM in AEST Topic: Lifepoems It occurs to me now That all that remains unseen, Unheard, unfelt, unknown to us Does not do so for its elusiveness - But for the lost opportunity Of unwillingness and inability. The images that exist in darkness, The songs that fly by on wings of silence, The weight of transparent, paper thin Contact lenses sitting, not floating, on corneas Are never nonexistent, But are often… overlooked. The fleeting colors of so called reality, The crash and bang of everyday, And the heaviness of the clothes we wear To cover up our own nakedness Steal our attention – And close our eyes and ears and hearts To the everything-else we dare not know. We are, it seems Nearly always, half asleep In our wakefulness. Until - unless - we stumble into That pool of forgotten clarity And drown ourselves there (in a half inch of rain water, even) Until the lungs of numbness fill And foolishness dies So that we may, finally – open, wide, Long neglected ears and hearts and eyes And, by virtue of overwhelming awareness Become unwilling and unable to deny How we were truly meant To live our lives. Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2006-04-22 16:16:34] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem