Saturday, October 14, 2023

Center Of Everywhere

Center Of Everywhere
© Surazeus
2023 10 14

Louise Glück 1943-2023

The Snow Woman turns around with sweet glower 
when her heart transforms into lonely flower 
that survives as consciousness in dark Earth 
when she discovers secret of rebirth 
that fountains from center of everywhere 
in spirals of shadows stripping fear bare. 

Thus when she returns from oblivion, 
bearing in stiff hands the writhing sun, 
she speaks with azure voice of loving horror 
about faceless demon in broken mirror, 
expanding from center of everywhere, 
who knows the secret name we never share. 

Then Snow Woman points to lightless sunset 
that reveals mountains of shadowy threat 
where bare chestnut tree of soul revelation 
waits for the man with the horse of decision 
to explore the center of everywhere 
where sings the sea that only he can hear. 

Burning bright as sunlight on mountain snow, 
the horseless man who wonders how souls grow 
now alone hears distant sound of the sea 
concealed in sparkling mystery of the key 
that can open center of everywhere 
as face of Snow Woman through timeless flair. 

The Snow Woman in summer garden sees 
millions of people moving with the breeze, 
gathering flowers on dirt path of faith 
into voiceless desert of the dream wraith 
who dances through center of everywhere 
to count each soul as dust in singing air. 

My voice is sand scattered in wind of hope, 
Snow Woman says to teach us how to cope 
with nothingness of the mind after death, 
so I become mountains and seas of Earth breath 
that swells whole from center of everywhere, 
then disappear nameless in the Nowhere. 

The Snow Woman by clear window of sight 
watches her children play in fusing light 
games of chance to acquire riches from fate 
till lone wolf boy dares to open the gate 
so he can find center of everywhere 
in heart of the girl at Scarborough Fair. 

The person with nothing wins in the end, 
the Snow Woman says to her faceless friend 
who teaches me name of light in the sky 
which I dream alive when I ponder why 
we return to center of everywhere 
in cycle of life and death beyond prayer. 


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