As Timeless As Stalactites
Time drips like lime down the sides of my soul.
by Suzanne Hayasaki
Layering my lifetimes with a mineral film
Clouding my awareness of the vastness
Of the cave of my own evolution.
I descend in darkness.
I hear water trickle below me.
Swirling and gurgling through cracks
Rounding them into the veins of this cave's heart.
If I am still, I feel the pumping,
The pulsing of water from its purest source
Out and around the channels of this labyrinth.
I stand in the center, letting it comfort me.
Like a womb.
Like a hermitage.
Like an ancient sacred space.
I feel safe.
I walk alone, deeper into the mystery,
A dim light flickers in the distance.
I see cavemen dancing in flamelight
But they leave no evidence of their presence.
Further on I see the shadow of a man
Folded into himself, seeking some secret
Which I know he will never grasp
Until he ceases reaching for it.
I twist. I bend. I feel my way.
I see the scratches of fellow spelunkers.
I am aware of the footsteps that smoothed my way.
I am impressed by the paths they paved.
But today I go no further.
It is time to turn back.
I return to the world above
Which is really the dream.
I know I will return to this timeless place
And its changes will remain infinitesimal.
I realize I will be unrecognizable to my self,
But the force within me will see all.