Emergence Sublime Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Existential—transcendent,
my words free to leave

Though rooted inside me,
their seeds He conceived

They shape and they fashion,
a will of their own

Each moment unfastened,
a prison disowned

Existential—transcendent
they come and they go

In dreams they lie dormant
my garden to hoe

I live in the knowledge,
past matter and time

These words my salvation
—emergence sublime

(Dreamsleep: June,2019)