Interior Landscapes Poem by Daniel Brick

I

Even if worldly things, unworthy things,
distract you, you will hear my whisper.
It will graze your deeper thoughts, and
they will fold it within their compass,
carrying it even deeper where thoughts
become a communion. And we are aware of
the sacred wrapped cocooned in the natural.
Perhaps it's what's left of Eden, scattered
everywhere, still audible in birds' songs,
still palpable in the wind's sweep, and
still growing in our pregnant minds, still
birthing the poetry of our souls....
Ephebe, don't expect a treasure chest to appear:
when you see the glint of lapis lazuli, follow it.

II

I've watched your face framed
by an ordinary room light up
with delight, and I've seen you
standing very still, turn slightly
to the left, away from the others,
as you entered some interior space
replete with your thoughts of repose
and repair. I've seen you leaning
against a threshold loosely holding
a sheet of paper and intently reading
what has just been written. It is
a poem written for you in beautiful language.
Ephebe, this intense awareness of her interior
being is the closest you can come to the Truth.