.
Incoming
I notice there are things
that
people
tend to notice
There is what I notice
almost
too subtle
to take note
Is there something we notice
possibly
other than
what seems to be
Departure
Walking
everything stays in one place
eyes toes nose
back hand
Notice(?)
How you don’t leave
anything
behind
everything comes with
When orientation is fixed
things return to
the same
the same
Again and again
How often do I agree
even in writing
gross holds
over subtle
Otherwise
Flame light of fire
Musical tonality
Aspiration
Synergy
.
There comes a point
It’s coming into focus
Scanning it, seeing
What it is, might be
.
Reference points all
Around outside inside
Cascading the senses
What to measure or
.
Score
Nothing
No need
Or is there
.
There comes a point
When seeing is seeing
Not a tool to shape
Reality map-out frame
.
Barter coordinate banter
Store hold hand-hold
Tether tie keep
Sure secure free
.
Advantage to what
Who pays the piper
What lock to key
Surveyor’s level rod
.
There comes a point
When no point is
True measure in the
Long or the short of it
.
Seeing
Only
Only
Seeing
.
And as that reference
One to another as
Other to one
We are
.
Searching
The crosshairs
Behold beyond
That I Am
.
.
* new title and layout of an earlier poem
All and many I meet myself
the prairie dogs out in the sun
the cat making its loud request
even the band members three
the silent one at work avoiding
the one who touches in asking
•
Each meeting and non-meeting
escalates the palpability of I-Thou
truly lightly firmly sometimes
fascination igniting conscience
tussle and pull forward backward
separateness stands to be shorn
•
Like the sheep giving it all over
for some other purpose than
their own, I now wearing some-
thing of the other as my cover,
this is how things get interesting
parsing apportioning we tempt
•
The unfortunate fate of old, worn
housings that which dances past
and through awkward dreams
unfettered and lost in designated
zones where no key or lock can
keep or much less open or close
•
Fancy that! How many times so
far have you walked onto That
stage, the one where most divine
counsel awaits ready to invite you
to burn As Yourself and No Other
resistance melting with that ace
•
As the curtain rises –an exposé
like no other upstages what once
was Now Seen Heard Spoken as
effulgence in the making unplugged
freeing the intermediaries of the toil
of battening down the misbegotten
•
I-Thou No Other
All Wonder As This
I-Thou As Other
All Wonder As This
I-Thou Be Loved
All Wonder As This
I step out barely
— into the sky as
the crowning glory
of all things myself
and not myself
For I find myself
within and between
and without these
wings, one of not
and one of all
Frighteningly so
at first but the lift
gathers and throws
me into the vastness
of this blue ocean
Learning to swim
in the sky of my Being
and not run or flee
but fly as I am
— crowning glory
My roots are freed
riding the currents
along with all that
once fettered me
when I looked down
Meeting these fresh
forces –alighting like
quantum treasures of
that which we Are
sharing now this Crack
Into that fabric of plane
existence shocking me
free of that pondering
wasteland –all that binds
and frets now scours forth
A Song of the unfolded
mystery of the most plain,
dry only of sorrows once
passed over and now
absorbed, dancing as Lift
Within and beneath
these transparent wings
blue as the sky clear as
diamonds polished by
the heart of hearts once
and only always free
The earth is like this to me ha bowne doewn doewn na na na The sky is like this swee swee swee na la And the snow haaah so so hey sshhh Oh so so, you Belovedwhere and what are you to me or to we -- swee swee na na na so so hey The river the river the river sallaway sallaway saraney eoinden eoinden snaei The sun shaping of shadow like this like this (silently) (silently) When do we when do we anina ani na ohw ohw How do we how do we like this like this
(undercover)
/
Can’t stand it!
So, sitting down now
with these spills
for fingering consistently
unlike pen and paper
\
Q W E R T Y
some Jolly Roger
of our time, that
kind of decisiveness
laid wake –Argh!
\
Who’s pilot am I
in this Course of
Consternation re:
(F for Futile/Fluttering)
formation as lark
\
Those wings have
spread of their own
anytime anywhere
can take issue exitus
una cum omnia
\
But do they give
flight (or fight or flight)
where does the rest
(of us) find lift inconta-
minatum ex cogitatione
\
(Out with it!)
/
Only this week, Go! give Self
permission to angst, to voice
the angst of the fool the wizened
fool, the one who rides the wobble
of the world who wears the seatbelt,
the constraint of it all, to this existence
–not from fear of hurling through space.
Rather, in being with it all, that Ride-appeal
a tension of ‘not two’ but then what? What Is.
The body vehicle –check, awareness of the body
vehicle –check, the mind –check, absence of mind
–check! This angst –check; ballast ready for jettisoning.
Navigators –check; gross or subtle, oftentimes imperceptible.
ten words: Ten and Ten and Ten Again
it
never
really
surprises
me
where
i
am,
like
here
Life (No 13 in Musical Humors) :
please click here to see/read this ten word ‘poem’
and fourteen words for One Love:
until that time
found or not
it rests in wait
there within –the pearl
• • •
A love like this
Still as fallen snow
Facets in brilliance
We are That
A ten word poem from the recent IMUNURI prompt this week. I found it came in (two takes) –each a little different. ¡ʇı ɥʇıʍ unɟ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ǝdoH
Life Being Life 