This Dreamy Ocean of Time
Some say the soul is pure light
but it is also the dark.
The soul loves to swim in inky waters -
seeks shelter beneath the sponges
embedded in a deep-sea coral reef.
Here the waters are cold – numbing.
The soul feeds on plankton and takes respite.
It is true the soul recharges in sunlight -
illuminates our vision of this world.
We appreciate the splash of colour on
simple objects – a ray of light cast
on the breakfast table – the marmalade
glistening and the china teapot somehow
so comforting and fine.
Even so - the soul cannot bear too
much light – this is a delicate matter.
The soul dives deep down – it has need
of gravity’s natural law – the sensation
of falling. Life and all of its pleasures,
all of its pains, is a distant call – to be
washed up as an echo in seashells – or the
rhythmic plop, plop of a fish’s gills caught
in a net as it struggles to take in air,
mouthing, ‘breathe, breathe – come back to life.’
Sometimes the call of silence is all-powerful
a magnetic pull towards rest - the peace of inertia.
Then the soul longs to do nothing, to be nothing,
to curl up tight around the heart.
And so we sleep peacefully in this dreamy ocean of time.