Rame Head

by roy k austin
(dorset england)

I feel an uplift at the edge
on wings that glide the scaur,
as grasses slant away with me
to sails that list offshore .

I feel the poles of east and west
as the seer and the seen,
when will the knower and the known
be married in between?

Am I this cliff, this point of view,
the oblivious sky,
I see the curve, the rolling globe
resolve into the eye.

A self - unreal - that lifeless moon
that shimmers on the sound,
is man the last deciphered rune -
the ground, the very ground ?

………………………………..............
From Towards Atman