The Basal Dawn

At the bottom of it all below

where a single eye has ever seen,

there are such secret and silent words

written that bring peace to all who read

Them. They cannot be reached by light but

all who look see them. They make no sound,

but all who listen can hear them. And

when they are beheld, you know your name

As it was pronounced millions of years

ago when we split to twenty-three,

And you were but an energetic

thing, an atom high in the morning

Sun. Archetypes unwritten in the

Morning dew, that greet you with the breath

of history, waiting for the past

and so poised for the future places

Where we all will be one with you as

you are one with us, my friend. We stand

at the river. It will now be served.

As you are always alone amongst

Every face you have ever perceived.

Unaware, unawake, unyielding

We will all leave you and know who we

all are. The basal dawn takes us to

A forgotten and forbidden place

where wholeness stands waiting. A human

dialectic to be torn in two,

So were you, my friend, I’ll be there soon.