Poetry list
daynight
the paradox
of the next
five words
nothing matters
more than
matter
love dissolves
self’s power
in prayer
and union
as we fall
into the
chasmatic energy
falling and rising
simultaneously
as liturgies’ words
and music’s
wings collapse
the scaffolding
of pattern and
form and the
scenery of perception
rolls away into
the wings of
boundless freedom
where light and
dark are one
and never
it is a death
and the end of
death a beginning
and an end over
which I have no
control yet loved
and held as we
are hurled into
the absolute delirium
of nothing’s joy
such is prayer
and it leaves us
with a world
remade where
nothing is all
that matters
the chaos of the
whirlpool’s
salvation
is the only will
that was and is
and will
be
stepping off the
heights of our
fantasies
no longer held by
the gravity of self
nothing
matters
nothing
© Neil Thompson 2023