The Eternal Voice

by Dieu

I am an infant,
a child,
an old wise woman,
a colt learning to walk
on spindly young legs.

I am the trigger
and the bullet
anticipating the pull
of a finger.

I am the past which has no meaning,
the future which is present,
and all that is separate which
becomes one.

I am the wave pooling over the edge,
a part of your part,
a particle of a piece of you.
I am the opening of the door into
the night of your nights.

I am the silence of mountains,
I am the immortal profile of
a Greek god,
I am the voice in your blood.

I am the hands that are open to everything.