Ode to the Night (Original Prose Poem)
Night Bird
How night descends, enveloping us in its great sacred wings,
with the promise of a deeper silence than day dared to offer
Now, if only we can endure this tremendous stillness
we might still be restored to ourselves, once again
Tread lightly, cover the smiling mirrors and sullen screens
don't let any spirit escape through the 1,001 trap doors
Listen, those are your own footsteps you hear approaching
Don't look around, or move much, enemies of the holy hush
crouch nearby, ready to pounce. They want your attention
in pieces, smashed like a porcelain vase. The quiet majesty
of your mounting wholeness disturbs them more than anything else
Try, try with all your might, to make it last the night. As you tremble
and sweat, remember this triumph next time you forsake your oaths.
©Yahia Lababidi
Image—Nut: Egyptian goddess
Good stuff, remind me of a dream I had once;
Try to stretch out but can’t be reached
Try to grasp but it slips through
Try to think but it collapses
Darkness engulfs
All vision and sound
The heavy vibration of eternity
The formlessness of Infinity
The void and self
Are one and same
P.S. the Image of Nut: Egyptian Goddes is a perfect touch!
Wow--many thanks, for sharing that well-captured ecstatic moment. Profound stuff
_/|\_stirring words....and love the image, it's always been one of my favorite Egyptian paintings.
Thank you, my friend. I’m fond of image, too, and how she/Night envelopes up... ❤️