Detached and meaningless
from the rest of this world.
Like a word with no context,
no sentence to make any sense:
a sound devoid of hearing.
I twirl this pen between my fingers,
enamored by the shadows it makes,
these scratches on a piece of paper –
from my darkness to your light.
From my darkness to your light…
my eye tries capturing the dragon
I see in these caverns. It’s your light
coiling upon itself in my mind’s eye.
Can you see through these cataracts?
A lotus floating, open, upon the stream,
a source for life, for light, detached
and meaningless from the rest of this world.
Like a poem with no context,
no structure that makes any sense:
a tree falling silent in the woods.
Attached and meaningful
to nothing other than itself.