Curtains of Time

              Corridor of Marble, tall windows each side

               Billowing sheers ebb like the tide.

               They swoon with the wind, dancing ghosts of white,

                Inhaled Exhaled by a starlit night.
 
 

                  I am carried away by these Galleon sails

                  Enraptured, they call me, please step off the trail.

                  Tugged like a puppet upon a cool marble sea

                  Passing portals of chance,

                   Veiled lives beckon me.
 
 

                  Reflections, projections, they get in the way.

                  Whispering mirrors, confusion, etched shards of gray.

                  Window after window, like snapshots of time,

                  Grasping, clasping what is not mine.
 
 

                  Years of tears
                great windfalls of joy,

                  Beauty- pain- passion, am I crone or lost boy?

                  I keep walking thru time, many lives I glance,

                  To see what was,

                    what is,

                            if only, perchance.

                  I keep walking and walking, I don’t skip a beat.

                  Ignoring the curtains that grab for my feet.
 
 

                  Look up! There’s an opening, a rooftop view.

                  A Panorama of Self, I find what is true -

                  No beginning no ending

                  No above no below

                  No within no without,

                  Not ONE thing to Know.
 
 

                  Corridor of marble, hallway of time

                  Crumbles to reveal what had always been mine.

                  Shattered are the walls that kept me apart,

                  Those segmented views,  that fragmented heart.

                  Now I breathe like those curtains,

                   sitting still in this space.

                  Billowing wisdom,

                   timelessness,

                  No Thing to face.