At Prayer

Sometimes, it is as if I could feel my soul expand and contract, widen, and condense again, like the waters of the lake as they freeze and melt in our spasmodic winters. The silent coldness of solitude touches me, and I build tiny lattice-works within myself, holding still the trapped twigs, and imprisoning the fish. I am kneeling, and my mind understands the complexities of my spiritual state and the dualities of my love. Then, all at once, fiery bodies collapse these carefully amassed crystals, and all Knowing flows freely with earth and air. I am lying on the floor, comprehending everything and understanding nothing. Slowly, algae flourishes in the stagnation of passion.