by Robert A. Lujan
I've thrown my voice past the shallows-
Into the expanse-
Plummated through the core of her-
The earth has challenged once more-
In the arena of mortality-
Life draws the blade for the bull-
Reluctant- or relentless-
The deposit is the same-
The inevitable dance-
With the breath of life-
From which all was formed-
From hence the suns flares storm-
From that which the I of I was born-
Eons in the making compressed in brown eyes
And brown skin-
Under black hair and weighty scars-
I am him.
From:
The Gnosis Principle
Copyright ©:
2016
Last updated January 12, 2016