Seamless Breath

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. ~ Carl Jung. To any and all of us refusing to cave in for the sake of belonging. (Image by Kevin Conor Keller)

Seamless Breath
                by Odin Roark

At sunrise,
Man-child of his heart,
Reaches past the years,
Washes little sleep down the drain,
Accepts the body once tight,
Combs the few strands still allegiant,
And uniforms the spirit
For today’s insistent strategy.

The street he walks
Presents new calendared thoughts
All in parade dress
Ready to forever advance
An abstract reality,
Where boots in lockstep
Accompany him beneath dim streetlamps
Of his insomnia.

Close by,
That place everyone calls infinity,
His aging self moves forward,
Fingering a few coins
In the playground-pockets of his youth,
Reminding him he can still pay his way,
He can remain part of…

Like so many other such days,
The breeze takes his hand,
Making lighter the books
He carries inside his head,
His secret Trojan Horse,
His means of entrance
To that place of voiceless teachers,
The forever windows without glass,
The blackboards erased clean
Of yesterday’s answers,
Anticipating today’s questions.

Such is the place he dreams each day with a smile,
Where eternity’s anima reveals the seamless breath of vision
Only visible with closed eyes.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I liked the pace and flow of this write...
he goes about life in each stanza...
yet the fulfillment is rendered...
once he is allowed to escape the latter of the journey...
goes on his finale in the end...

[will19008]

Powerful imagery, elegant style--Love it!