two worlds

After
having sat in stillness,
awaiting unity all the while,
The rainfall
on the roof entered the mind
as the rhythm of Earth divine.
Wide pools
of memory spread to dissolution
in the imagery
Of water
like the birth-beginning,
and what seemed a re-emerging.
Two worlds
were there, moving in time
and motionless in eternity,
One high and
in the direction of our common striving,
but on return a mere reflection.
Thus search ends not with finding
but with a waking from what held
One deep