Transition

From one state of being to another;
how continuous the rise and fall
of this inarticulate feeling. You must
learn to listen deeper, for it speaks
in an echoing language - less than a
whisper, yet so much more than
what you think is silent.

It blends and melds the meaning
of it all - these experiences of life.
The inner meets the outer, and
the universe begins again, for you.
Lingering on the threshold, you
sense it. You need to take just
one more step - out into the inner.

Like reaching in an opposite direction.
No hand to guide you there, within the mists.
One small candle, your only companion.
For the rise and fall begin and end in you.
As you cross, another pebble drops -
out into eternal ponds. And here is made
the difference that you seek...

? Michaelette ?

5/23/2002
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