Stumbling into the Gathering Mist (Poem)

Stumbling into the Gathering Mist

by Tim Kavi

Gathering your tools

and wits all about you

heart beating circular messages at great speed

time is never silent

and never stops the onward assault

to senses

and bodies

across decades centuries

and spaces

where entropy does creep

some dark cobwebbed corner

where memories

seem forgotten

resurrected in unsure moments

instructing in choices

to be made

guided by the unseen

how can the infinite be contained in the finite

unless Spirit becomes body

embodied physical tents

wrestling destinies 

on faraway planets

that others might not know

there they are too, the flickering images

like holograms in the dancing light

made plain what way we should

go; and the chocies to be made

are well versed stories of meaning

until the songs are played

and the images gathered in the grand narrative

of all that is revealed

to be known and grown

in the code that builds all things

from where does the code come from?

what life is this that knows

such pondering manifestations

of who and what to know?

until the embodied spark

leads to the fire that burns

throughout all time

outside of it

and in it

guiding lights to the branches

of knowing what we dare to call home

or even to make an unshakeable history

there is only the calling

to know more

to ask more questions

some which seem

to never be answered

in this realm of existence

we have to just be 

authentic to the message

and the code

that is always so obscure

in the challenge of the absurd

it is just now

gathering into the mist

of human to human

heart to heart

face to face

hand in hand

there is the grasping

of the stumbling

Other.