Eye of the Storm
Eye of the Storm
Like the stillness in a dewdrop
I feel this calm---
Not to be battered
In avalanche of bouncing boulder winds
Or brushed away and shattered,
The browse of blustering beasts.
Like reflections in a dewdrop
I float in calm--
The heart buoyed up in silence
Though the sun's gong ring,
The heart made safe in amber
From the crackling spears of days.
I sink into this moment
As a pebble slows--
Falling through boundless radiance,
Through a honeyed sea--
Falling, ever more slowly,
Down, and down,
Away from the muffled
Fading applause of the waves,
To a moment void of movement,
To the pause of peace.
There are no sorrows here--
No knives of anger--
Only the soft caresses of the light
And timeless hush;
And a new self, healed, unwounded,
Gathers its crystal wholeness like the dew
Empty of all but peace.
Elizabeth Anne Viau
I will start over, over, again and again,
For I carry spring in my heart like a bag of seeds.
I will start over, blossom again and again,
Though I find my roots in dust, and the desert stretching
Far out beyond the horizons of my fear,
to the very ends of the earth, and beyond.
I carry life in my heart like a spring of water
Rising from depths so terrible and deep
That it will outlast the fire in the mountains--
The lava flowing molten through stark and lonely canyons
Will be quenched in those cold, unshakable, ageless springs.
I will begin, again and again, forever,
I will wear my immortality around me
like a royal cloak
I will pour the strength of my soul from body to body,
Through fire, through loss, through pain, through death, through starvation--
I am more than a face, more than a name, or a body
I am the child of life, and his ambassador,
I will carry his message, again, and again, and again
Out over the years, out over the worlds, forever.