Poem by Thal Mohammed
It is like the subtle crack of dawn, or
sleight of hand, and that stolen glimpse.
It may also be like water, released from rocks
embedded within layers of earth
beneath your feet,
distilling forms from the formless,
ever so slightly.
It is like the seamless interaction
between the blueness of the sky
and the shifting blue sea as you
stare off into the horizon in
seeming contemplation.
How convenient is it when you
think that you know, what it is that
you know until you feel it again…
Yes –
You feel –
The crack at the center of your chest –
You are, then, willingly or unwillingly,
thrust upon the bosom of the Uknown.
Rest here. Rest now.
Surrender, as you may.