No Sign of Life

Still no sign of Life
I have been searching relentlessly
Looking under every rock and stone
Dipped into each alley and
stared into the black box only to see myself on the other side.
This is a barren wasteland.
No alters to sit at.
Nothing
Just an empty plate with only the memory of the foods of past.
Muffled screaming out into the oncoming gusts of air.
The storm grows into Stillness
Violently beating itself into submissive surrender,
and sweet satisfaction.
There is no where to go, nothing to do and nothing to remember.
Selfless sleep
Daylong daydreams looking out of closed eyes.
at the silent stirrings,
the Spark
In all space
In no time
The flame stops, coils, sways, dematerializes into sparkling dust
glowing throughout this
Emptiness


3-13-03