The Search; a poem
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THE SEARCH　
I’ve seen death daily in expected and wonder-full ways
and tasted its sweet coolness on fevered tongue
dipped of earthen flow streaming through granite cups
my image caught there returned to me
slaking heart more than thirst.
Oh! Yes! Father Sky!
I have fed at our Mother’s bosom
fed of her thrill of thrills
LIFE GIFTED BY DEATH
make of me such fodder.
AND STILL THE SEARCH, THE ONGOING SEARCH!
I’ve reached out for you, have sought you
have felt your bloods rise toward one truth
in Spring’s budding mind fauna
rage watered in winter’s stillness
rainbow petals, hued of incredible color
your slow rising power, reclaiming self
feeding self in righteous reincarnation
as one truth and direct centered in your seed.
AND STILL THE SEARCH, THE INCESSANT SEARCH!
I’ve lived by your most powerful light, still awed
by your dimmest, easing through cranial heavens
dark with depth beyond all knowing
having watched your flashing power
as flung by birth of a distant youth
score an image of savage fire
across my mind’s eye.
AND STILL THE SEARCH, TO STILL THE SEARCH!
YES! I’ve known your rhythm in all things
keening so softly then! lest I forget hardness
your thunderous peals of catastrophied concerts
set magnificent pulses toward fatal marriages
stiffen this spine grown sedentary
and leave limp the thrust of mere ego.
AND STILL THE SEARCH, CAN’T STILL THE SEARCH!
My mind, my heart, my body sustained, Yes! sated.
but, What of my Soul? even with definition provided
a sense of continuance a sense of an ethereal self
and runes, known indelibly
drawn from motion danced before the dawn of intellect
knowing songs that trees and grasses sing
knowing great rocks that are reed bells for wind song
knowing the pure music of young waters, pinning
but homeward bound to her womb, the Sea.
Oh! Yes! Father Sky, Thank Thee!
but yet I am bereft and need ask of Thee:
Pray Thee! Take Thee my Soul! OPEN me!
and STILL THE SEARCH!
　
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith, Spring 1975
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith: I’m 74 years old, born in Tacoma, WA and went to high school in Arcata, CA. I served in the US Army, met my first wife and had our first son in France. I started writing poetry in my first college English class in 1961. I’ve published a book called The Path to The Beloved and I have several books ready to publish. I lived in the Sierras in Grass Valley for 30 years before moving to Albuquerque, NM, last year. My book about fathers and sons called This Child and His Tree will be going to the publishers shortly.
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