Thus, the Bard said to the Prince, amidst the gathering of Kings:
“My heart is a dais, O Prince,
Where my head forever bows
To the floor of my soul.
“The light of the hall
Dances before the throne,
Where pillars are infinite
In the direction of the sky.
Yet can my head only stay, forever bowed
To the floor of my soul.
“My heart is a dais, O Prince,
Where the Emptiness resides
In its full glory.
‘O, this dais to which my head bows!
What am I to thee, but another Bard!
Your glory is that of silence,
And Your Court is that of Peace.
What am I to thee, but another poet!
For infinite praises are that of the dais,
Infinite praises are that of the Emptiness.’
Yet, O Prince, can my lips only stay, forever bowed
To the floor of my soul.
In the hall of my heart,
Where our Lord awaits
Upon Infinite Steps."
What if you continued the metaphor of the house? You have "the floor of my soul" and "the light of the hall" in the "court of peace." Are there more? The attic of my attention. The window of my vision. The enclave of my sleep. And what is in the basement?
It might become so. It came spontaneously before I departed for Cabella. One of those instances where I just took up my journal and started writing, where I knew not of its deeper theme, nor what it was trying to tell. Remembering the first time I entered the Castle this year, I found myself, guided by Mother beside me, in a room with a magnificent chair. And I felt this poem, too, was there. And Mother's voice came in my heart saying "This is the Dais that you wrote about, my child." And I remember truly bowing, to the floor of my soul.
Is this a part of a larger project? It seems like it might fit into the Begging Bowl novel that we see excerpt in your other post.