Saturday, June 30, 2012

June's Translucent Moon - 12

“Roar” said the wind and the lion,
intangible vestige of parabolas
facing a wide-angled circumference
waging an eye on territories
nondescript. The owing you wager
in tents disengaging blows fabulous
for the squibs, the fire-laden embers
that crawl to the ceilings and make
the day-chasers crease. Rotund
in convexity all things spin to
gradual stuff, which flies up in fuzz
to be kissed by the nothingness
empty and hungry beyond believing;
the switch like a match and the stars
are lit up in patterns too subtle
to notice for those who can't stare
with infinite time at what never,
except for seeing, disappears. Death
springs to life, just like light burns
to dark, it's all one big wave
moving merrily across the patchboard
where your hands at play rehearse
the orchestra, for premieres of lights
when it's over, the learning, the constant
tight turning of screws where the
universe moves, the whole of all
shifting as your focus on what's
ever moving makes new conversations
as all you thought inanimate is alive,
talking, working in you at so many
levels you can only sit back and let
a little in as you only can trust it
a little - every detail carefully chosen,
every decision mapped in advance, it's
not what you choose but the way choice
is experienced, the choice in the way
you tend the unknown, to find what is
there when it's gone, to become
what you are as what you are not -
the rainbows and ribbons show at the edges
as something impossibly far,
not your heritage, your destiny,
the least you have earned
for enduring - you star child
bending and yearning as far as you can go,
your infinite power at bay
to deal with the discovery
of who you are, as something
other, a recognition that
seems an introduction, that
seems a goodbye, but
is only turning, in a
flash it's already turned,
made empirical, with room
for all, the particles you
are, part of your breathing,
there is nothing other, although
otherness surrounds you. Can
you know yourself? Can you know
others? Can you go peacefully but with
feeling, lovingly but with knowing,
harmoniously but with yearning for
oneness? The one way is found
all alone, forever pairing,
forever getting closer, growing away,
a glimpse at how wide you are,
growing to center, moving to stillness,
where you came from, in a moment
forever held. Impossible
the possible, unyielding
the yielding, impassable
the navigable, impenetrable
the penetrated, unfathomable
the understandable, unsolvable
the solved, irredeemable
the redeemed, unfixable
the fixed, unfashionable
the fashioned, unsellable
the sold, unbearable
the borne, uncontainable
the contained, uncontrollable
the controlled, unimpeachable
the impeached, unrelenting
the relenting, unbelonging
the belonging, unlovable
the loved, unbelievable
the believed, incredible
the credible, irreplaceable
the replaced, undefinable
the defined, irretrievable
the retrieved, irremediable
the healed, immutable
the solid, unbreakable
the broken, impermeable
the merged, insoluble
the melted, unrealizable
the realized - and so
goes the journey, into
the void, to be filled with
the light that is there.


erin said...
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erin said...

synchronicity of spirits, it seems, form to no form. (i posted the photo about form but a poem too on my other blog.)

and then a friend sent me to mary oliver's poem at the writer's almanac today and another friend posted this poem i've been mulling over the last couple days:

What is there beyond knowing that keeps
calling to me? I can't
turn in any direction
but it's there. I don't mean
the leaves' grip and shine or even the thrush's
silk song, but the far-off
fires, for example,
of the stars, heaven's slowly turning
theater of light, or the wind
playful with its breath;
or time that's always rushing forward,
or standing still
in the same -- what shall I say --
What I know
I could put into a pack
as if it were bread and cheese, and carry it
on one shoulder,
important and honorable, but so small!
While everything else continues, unexplained
and unexplainable. How wonderful it is
to follow a thought quietly
to its logical end.
I have done this a few times.
But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing
in and out. Life so far doesn't have any other name
but breath and light, wind and rain.
If there's a temple, I haven't found it yet.
I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grass
and the weeds.

~ Mary Oliver
from Swan - Poems and Prose Poems

the entirety of the universe, all or the void, this being a case of semantics really, is located on the head of a pin, i think.

wonderful exploration, william. where might we end up if we keep exploring? i laugh. the same place we end up if we do not, i hazard to guess:) now isn't that humbling?


Jack said...

One thought I had after reading this: Discovering something new about oneself is like becoming something new...discovering what one is not is also like becoming something new.

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