Knowers

Prelude:
From Fullness swathing, wake left
in wake of...truly, there is no passing
but an Emptying of Fullness.
...Needless to say, ecstatically
vibrating...you have all the blessings
silence can muster.


Could, I would...imbed this sky
in memory, self-proclaim its radiant
blankness upon it.
That I may be what I see, already
in memory of me--though I've come
to know and love...that any personal
touch, is yet an impersonal one.
Bless that which is drawn in, and
drawn out...lay the heart entire upon
it.
We are the Knowers of things that
stand, and tilt by degree momently...
we are the Knowers of the last leg,
lest it overstep that which it's overstepped
by.
Fit for us, as every other--momentously,
equally fit...the call to life is what
silence took as her deepest secret.
Nothing can wrest this burden from
her hands, for she loves it as her self...
therefore restores what she holds
forever.


Konstantinos Mark