Echoing Word Itself,
by J. W. Cassandra
In the Beginning, in old days, the Word was sung:
– I am The Word, sung itself,
In the eyes of ignorant
Rumble of distant thunder;
In the eyes of knowing
Singing Word of Creation;
For Prophet passing
On the sky, break itself.
Echoing, singing, rumbling Voice:
In mind of ignorant
Invisible, empty boat;
In mind of knowing
Singing, creating Voice;
In mind of Prophet
Rumbling Authority, form…
And who hears echoing Voice,
That sows and wind shall reap the whirlwind;
Who hears singing, initiatory,
That beholds worlds to be created;
Who passes through from rumble to echo,
That dances creation-dance, and sings…
25/07. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra
The word singing in first person… Beautiful poem 🙂