Amalavijñāna

Garrett Speller

Amalavijñāna A Moment of Memory

I slumbered awhile, Floating in the darkened nighttime sea. The new moon cast only shadows, And the world was silent. My twenty-one voices spoke as A whisper not quite heard, As the far-off mountaintops Stood idly by. I do not fear the sun Nor her oft-cloudy face, And the tempest of thunder Is but roaring silence. I stayed awhile, Enshrined in dreamless sleep; Those final moments before Life begins again.

I am alone, but not lonely. A simple mind—born stillness And deep, peaceful quiet. I am the nature of the soul. I do not believe That we shall ever meet, For your existence has never been mine, Full of echoes and ash and sin. But if we ever did, I think it would be on A snowy, moonlit night long after the world has gone to sleep.