Unknowable and Fathomless Mystery

Latest photographic contribution to Nineteen Months. This month’s theme – Words.

Gumbootspearlz Photography

JunePerkinsByronBayKalimatwords172 (c) June Perkins, Byron Bay Australia.

The beauty and power of the ocean expressed to me the unknowable, and fathomless mystery.

“To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute…Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Kitab-i-Iqan

Latest contribution to Nineteen Months.  For more see  Ninteen Months Meditations on Kalimat – Words.

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Fragile Soul

Wollongong Lighthouse
Wollongong Lighthouse – June Perkins

Fragility no one saw clearly
causing a slide
like a tray down a rail
a bump and a crash
to the porcelain esteem

the pieces on the stairs
splinters to anyone
who could try to walk
into his lighthouse

but at the sea
a father remembered
a boy and his shadow.

It had all been so simple
the sand and the ocean
the wave and the wind
the bend and the mend

fragility cocooned
in the cradle of the glance.

Then it had been possible
to see in the horizon
a life.

Acid burns away the skin of his soul
the harsh words peel away the hope
from the bones of dreams
no more tears rush out

Harsh actions become like sunburn and recovery
takes hot showers of rebuilding.
Healing is so painful

No thick skin for racism’s language to bounce off
sleeping off the sunburn of criticism
the danger of more than cancer lurks.

Recovery is not always possible.

By June Perkins

Sea Dragon

Sea Dragon, Birch aquarium
Asparrot – flickr Creative commons

I hear the wind
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight
So far from its underwater palace.

Where are the places through which my
Footsteps wander without me?
Jeweled hearts are there.

The sea dragon is dining
Chewing away the past and future
Breathing out fire
Spreading through water

The sea dragon rises to the surface
The ocean surges as it flies to
The superior heavens.

I hear the rains descend
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight.
Far from the feeding frenzy it hears
From its four sisters
Who wander through palaces of Jade and Jasper.

I see my house unrooved
Metal darting down the streets
It must be the breath of the Dragon King
Sending out his eternal din.

I hear the wind
The sea dragon must be on its wingless flight.

By June Perkins