Unseen spirit

The empty page of purity,
no ink yet soaked the fibres in the white …

The canvas bare, as is, unrolled,
not knowing what it’s asked to hold …

No sound has echoed from the wall,
soundless is music, before it’s born …

The rock unshaped, no chip has flown,
the vision not yet formed to be …

The garden a bare paddock, horse manure
and empty bottles, smoke buds …

The movie before title screen, before budget,
script, long before the thought …

The curtains shut, before the set is build,
the seats are filled, before the actors act …

The dancer’s eyes are closed, the body calm,
in waiting, muscles relaxed, before contracting …

Before before, no thought thought,
no inspiration that inspired, no creation created,
all floats to balance planets with its weight

Before, it comes within our reach to mould,
to shape, to sense the unseen gift,
to give it breath

After before, it is becoming,
a fruit divinely grown,
and on the universal tree
it makes room for new growth to be,
replacing what’s been picked or fallen

Before before, and ever after,
each weigh the same in kind,
as unseen substance weighs
a multifold of mass of stars and suns combined

Some feel the agony of birthing,
others elated by the same,
and as the moon can lift the tide,
so can unseen celestial clouds
hold on a hundred trillion cells
to lift you up before infusing
gift or curse into the mind

Inside grey soil of neuron paths
creation shapes, a seed that’s germinating,
as embryonic growth becoming,
coded what it knows to be,
and for a moment the air around will lift
to let you know you’re bearing gift

The texture of the word, shaping the sentence
the colours of the sound, reflecting off the chiselled boulder
the dancer’s shadow echoes from the trees
in the garden that grew to be a park

There is an eye, an ear, a heart, a soul
for all that has become
that feasts in silent admiration
or smile and cry in understanding

Seen from the furthest distance,
where all suns are mere specks of light,
the unseen spirit of creation
outweighs all seen,
to balance all

No art,
and all would fall apart

© Heinz Ross

Unseen spirit


Joined August 2008

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From my book ‘Between Eternities’, as download or paperback.
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