Through
(From the unbounded past the energy of everything and everyone
focuses through each life into everyone and everything in the unbounded future.)
The clouds can’t cling to the raindrops, and the drops can’t capture the sun,
In a lens they bend the rainbow as they plummet to the ground,
And the souls who drink in their water release them again when they cry
to the lake flowing to the ocean, who must breathe them back to the sky.
‘Cause you can see the colors of the sun,
and feel the tears in rivers run,
Only as they flow through you, only passing through.
The sun penetrates the timeless temple on a singular morn
And illuminates never ending columns waiting to be born.
The babies flower and fade away. You can’t steal the scent of their sweat,
But blossoms of generations of children entwine with you yet.
‘Cause you can whisper love to ones soon lost,
and play back prisms of the past,
Only as they flow through you, only passing through.
Notes played before memory still reverberate in the song.
Syllables spoken long ago will reincarnate in the poem.
After dinner friends and the family linger long but then all go home.
Later they gather to remember every word that’s not carved in stone.
‘Cause you can laugh the language of delight,
and sing lullabies to the night,
Only as they flow through you, only passing through.
Photograph courtesy of “Jeweled Rain”, Ecstaticist, 2006,
