The shifting mirrors contain contradictory and ethereal messages, as if hidden in the center of a missing source of light. Where are the currents located? The rays seems to come from an absolute stillness embedded in the fraying edges of circles that no longer move.
Once we were seekers, following the contours of the channels that held rivers and oceans, sailing the shorelines, harvesting in abundance the rewards of departure followed by return.
Now we have only illusions sinking into the periphery of fading dreams, scattered like the ancient remnants of empyrean spirals, the movements of mythical stars, the mysteries of a consciousness that once made its home inside a biological form.
bare silence–
human remains lost,
fossilized
Off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 29. I wanted to do something for this Redon collage.
The world remains heavy.
Yea, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don’t deserve it
But we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance
Dangle ‘tween hell and hallowed ground
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
–Mary Gauthier
Also linking to dVerse OLN, hosted by Grace.
K. 
How indeed? Not only have we lost that reasonable path, we don’t even recognise its beauty.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I would say blind as bats, but they see a lot more clearly than we do.
LikeLike
That’s very true.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So much that is lost and can’t be found, so much of the meaning we knew in the past before we became glib little consuming machines, that seems gone forever now–and finding it should be the job we don’t avoid. This line, especially, grabbed me: “the mysteries of a consciousness that once made its home inside a biological form.” as well as the hammer of the title. No mysteries now, except possibly why the planet puts up with us,and voices in disarray, not song.Or so I read. I love the artwork as well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. Yes, why does it put up with us? But the Earth is wise. Perhaps there is hope for us yet.
LikeLike
An immensely satisfying Haibun … we used to be seekers … I have no idea who we are today. The collage and poetry work wonderfully together!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Helen. I don’t know either. Treading water…
LikeLike
The world remains heavy, but our hearts retain hope…somehow!
LikeLiked by 2 people
A necessity.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So original, and such a valid indictment…with some superb, but hard hitting lines…is this where we are…it would be hard to argue with you…you gave your verse a fine voice, with a lot of unpalatable truth…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Ain. We seem to have lost our way.
LikeLike
ethereal, song haibun and art! Unsettling yet soothing at the same time
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kate. Life is full of contradictions.
LikeLiked by 1 person
exactly and you’ve captured that so well!
LikeLiked by 1 person
We will always be seekers. Love your imaginative verses and art work.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Grace. I hope enough of us will, anyway.
LikeLike
I enjoyed this haibun. The line “harvesting in abundance the rewards of departure followed by return.” Struck me as what we all do – leave and then savor the journey all the time anticipating the return home. Wonderful images!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Muri. I think too many have lost the circle though these days.
LikeLike
Seekers have become wreckers!
“The rays seems to come from an absolute stillness embedded in the fraying edges of circles that no longer move.” So thought provoking! The harsh truth spoken so beautifully.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Punam . It’s hard not to sink into total despair but of course we must not.
LikeLike
Maybe we need to believe a little bit more in the unknown than putting our faith in the known that we can’t undersand.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That may be true Bjorn.
LikeLike
Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Dwight.
LikeLike
we bipeds have forgotten the touch of soil on our feet – shod in fast shoes, depressing fast pedals, hoping for a fast buck. to impress someone, I suppose. to not be alone with our thoughts – with our own ethics. where has that slow time gone ?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Everything seems inside out right now. The words to Woodstock resonate more loudly than ever–how did we get so sidetracked from that vision, making it happen?
LikeLike