Silent Echoes

Silent Echo
 
 
 
“I want to go back
to that sure thing
To home base, to the middle
of the stone mother…”
 
                        Pablo Neruda
                        Stones of the Sky XXIII
 
 
I watch for a silent echo
            my light flashing off the sides
            of solid stone, bouncing in circles.
It glints across centuries,
            from life to life,
            and moves in darkness.
Then I remember Light can split apart,
            leaving only traces of pureness
            hidden, but discernible to divine rescue.

I wrote a series of poems with epigraphs from lines of Pablo Neruda's poems, enough book, which I hope to get out soon.  Several years ago, I bought a copy of Machu Picchu. I didn't understand the poetry, It seemed obscure. So obscure that I got frustrated with it and gave my copy of the book away.  Years later, I picked it up again.  This time, I read the book with different eyes and it opened up an entire world of images from Neruda -- this was a trove of mystic poems that lit up the soul.  In almost every poem, I found a line or two that spoke to me and I wrote what I heard from the music of his work.