A cry arose from deep within,
deeper than the heart or soul,
emanating from being's core;
that place where existence's spark begins.
As it traveled past the heart
again the wound was opened wide
that nightly Mind attempts to mend
with philosophic meanderings.
Past the Soma, past the Hearth,
past the path of Life's sojourn,
past bhur, bhuvah and svaha
out into the void of space,
beyond the bounds of Matter's realm;
a crescendo, now a silent scream,
a soundless, formless cry of pain;
a prayer, an utterance of a beloved name,
a lifelong call to Cathie.
(Please note that in this poem "Soma" refers to the body's core, not the drink of the Vedas)