Kathlyn L. Kingdon

(Denver, Colorado, USA)

Wrinkle In Consciousness - Poem by Kathlyn L. Kingdon

Standing amid the depth of infinite darkness,
I ponder the proposition that
I am not.
The stars release their hold on the night sky
And before me stretches the cosmic void.
It is me, and I it.
Unaware of a self's place within anything,
My mind releases its hold on the unfulfilled
Mentation I have identified as "Me".
The hollow space which hides behind every
Brilliant idea
Now reveals the vastness of its power.
The urgency of pre-essence to become essence,
The drive of that which is to release isness,
The static balance between consciousness and
Non awareness,
All become the force which propells the cosmic
Thrust into motionlessness.
The birthing of Being is a process of the Nothing.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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