The past pushing against me from below, <br />the herds of animals and the vegetation, <br />the people and their dwelling places, <br />the winds and the floods, <br />the times of peace and times of war, <br />the chanting of the temples <br />and every moment of time past is pushing up against me <br />through the earth, <br />through my mind and body absorbing the earth. <br />The sound of the past like a thundering waterfall pours into me <br />and I am absorbed. <br />I am a libation.<br /><br />HOWLIN' DERVISH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-libation/
