Lethe

There's an unquenchable spring

of lethal awakening
inside you.

These waters are clear.

I've been pointing there, friend.

That's a difficult task.

Now you must do the easeful work

of turning, following the sound,

the subtle, wild and joyful murmur

from deeper in your body

than your soul.

Take the motionless green journey
of a spiraling seed

into the death of its flower.

We can only feel sorry for those

who wander up above themselves

and search the sky for another world

when the light they seek is

already gushing from their bones.

If you become so silent inside

that even your name disappears,

you will hear the music of this river.

Ah, that bitter word again, "inside."

There's nothing to be inside of, friend.

This is a little secret that can’t be hidden.

You are made of the very distances

you yearn and travel through

to find yourself.

Galaxies cluster and dissolve
in each atom of your flesh.

What bubbles up and pours

is your stillness.

Now drink, and become fierce.