Kidsty Pike

A quick walk at the end of a day of lots of bits and bobs.

Who are we? - Kathleen Raine

Not that I remember, but that I am
Memory, am all that has befallen
Unbroken being and knowing
Whose flow has bought me here, laden with the forgotten
Times and places, once here and now
Of those who were, from day to day
From life to life, as I
Presences of that omnipresence without end or beginning
Omniscient through our being,
That brings and takes away the unremembered living
Moments of joy and wisdom, the once-familiar
Rooms and temples and fountains, the long-ago gardens
Of a thousand summers, music once heard,
Travelling through me and on, like a wave
Of sound, a gleam
Irrecapturable. And who are we
Who gather each one leaf, each one life of the myriadfold tree
Of the lost domain, and mourn
The flowing away of all we never were, or knew?
Promises, messages reach us, instruct us
The untold, the untellable, the dying
Heart's desire, resonance
Of elsewhere, once, some day, for ever.