Art by Norman E. Masters
What would the world be like, you ask, if depth called not to height? If cold and hot were neutralised And day merged gray with night? What if there were no yearnings For unfulfilled delights? What if adventure cried not For wild blue space-filled flights? What if my Lover's Passion Grows dull and fades away? Would the moon still shine? Would stars blaze forth? Would flowers bloom in May? Neutrality knows no season, No winter before Spring; No summer growth -- no harvest yield, No bursting songs to sing. Where would you be, Beloved, If all on earth should die? Would I be conscious still of You? Or would there be no "I" -- But merely Forces merged or joined In Eternal Embrace? I could not look into your eyes Or gaze upon your face, Or feel your arms, Or touch your hair; Knowing naught Of Joy -- Despair. It would be merely "We" once more No bursting suns -- no dragon's lore. Together -- ONE -- all senses stilled Complete -- at rest -- and all fulfilled. 'Tis not enough! Eternal Breath Gives tides and season, Life and Death! With inhaled Breath we rested now On silent, sleeping wings; No dreaming sleep nor sleeping dream Nor beating heart that sings. The Moment passed. It might have been Ten thousand years or more. The exhaltation of the Breath Began with whispered roar -- That broke the barrier of Sound Vibrating high and low; Celestial Music permeating Creation's Newest Flow. We Breathed Our Breath -- Exhaled Our Song, Broke Our Embrace. And then Enraptured: Mother -- Father -- Child -- Began once more again.