Song of Trigor

I stand on the barren Sea of Stones between the call of the sacred mountain and the mystic Valley of Whispers — hoping my singing will not awaken the Cabin dreamers. Trigor (silently cursing that WP messes up all formating) ……………………………………………………………………………………….

 KARST DREAMS

  I am but a leaf on that Tree, you know;

Proof of creation and humanity —

Gifted to pull energy from the sun

And caress it into bright green delight.

Then I can climb — dream of distant stars,

Claim each handhold on Trigor’s triple face

That would keep me within my directed space,

Though I stand in sharp contrast to the clouds.

But surely I must fall, now free in death

To lie unnoticed ‘midst the bitter stones

That deny my roots but forgive my birth

To be more than a weed, yet never bloom.

Down, down I slowly drift as softest snow

To brave cycle my drops of fervent dew

As tears for those who never had a chance,

Or still lie dormant in blue glacial fear. 

Yet I hear laughter — a feel dancing mist,

To float in a tiny pool of spring —

Swirling, cleansing, praying for fulfillment

As I shake off the dust of earthly toil.

Then a throbbing pulse and spirit rushing

Transports me in steps of Seven Lakes

Of sunlight smiles and smoothest stones

To purify my vigil of awareness. 

Oh, now to leap so free in timeless space,

Bound by faith and waiting depths of desire

To be one with all and send ripples forth

To join in song with a cascade of joy.

Gently I am kissed by flowered hints

Of still more life beyond perception;

A tumbling crash of chaos and mem’ries

Of a Source of simple innocence.

At last a place of peace and gentle rest

Where my last vestiges of humanity

Can molder away ‘neath Bohinj calm

’till rebirth in the fane Whispers of Kham.