**the Liminal - Poem by Usha Pisharody
To look at life
beyond that distant horizon
is something I love to do-
In the liminal spaces abounding.
Of your gaze, in which
I see times past, and
The promise of future.
Of that child’s laughter
pulling me along in its wake-
A delight, sheer joy in innocence,
Back to a time, when nothing soured.
In that bolt of lightning
which rips apart the sky.
and gives a glimpse, being a window
To power and beauty, incomparable, of nature!
In that word on a page
which in itself opened up
a thousand possibilities-
of use, abuse and experience!
Of a friend, or maybe a stranger,
who takes you places,
On to that threshold
you never knew was there.
Through the ink
that is the medium
for the soul to express itself-
bare and raw, in all its glory.
But most of all, the Liminal Space
of finally not being-
when the eyes close, deeper into the self
flying above all earthly bonds-
When I am the Liminal
for my own soul.
15 August ‘07
(A note: This one is inspired by the word/concept 'Liminal' that is part of Cate Kerrdelune's perspectives on her blog.
The meaning of liminal, acc. to Answers.com
1. lim·i·nal (lĭ m'ə -nə l)
Relating to a threshold.
2. [fr. L. limen, threshold] /LI mi nal/
1) of or relating to a sensory threshold 2) barely perceptible
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