You, you hold a mirror
watch the slight presence
–breath on the surface
Movement occurs again
and again within stillness
I, I see the dance
the dancing partners
I, I – you, you – we, we
leaning in, giving way
leaning in, holding
Movement, motion is
–no disturbance
while All arises
stillness dancing
of surface and within
Mountain, mountain reflects
Instead of twisting
and spinning in circles
trying to grasp
your self, keep still*
*quote from Hilary Barrett ~ I’Ching Hexagram 52, Stilling
I gather my life
each morning
as I wake
and sometimes
this collection
seems ill fit —
a strange fruit
curious that these
of odd origins
–would still
be with me
what is it
that compels
the gathering up
the sorting through
as if there was
an actual collection
of things
for don’t we
arise fresh & new
each day?
can we not
but do that?
what accrues
at our feet,
around ankles
recollections
what strange
chance that is
as if things
are tethered
tight to me
that I have no
real choice
about –somehow
even trying on
this form
these quick sentences
one sentence
too a sentence
enteric gossip
things left behind
undigested
left unresolved
festering
only in the way
that things
kept shut in
will do
The cracks have been opening up –here there and underneath
what used to be on top –like cracks in a hard crust of soil
once baked by light, deluged with raindrops, more light
These soils are a community of their own
sometimes thirsty sometimes paused in reflection
such that growing things are made temporarily mystified
Would it be that something elemental is missing
Or amongst all the bystanders perhaps readily available
like implicit memory waking up giving signals of many orders
The dance is moving so quickly, agile or not, positron wave
falling through and between perception in pure fluid motion
bridges created as life itself, timeless free fall, magnitude of silence
Life Being Life 