“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Monday, February 10, 2020
Continuities
Please consider this
an invitation for you
to take a small step
with me
here
into a warm pool
of self-reflection
with its coincidences
and resemblances
to the things we
can touch
that may also touch us back
for the same reason
or terrify
by
sheer proximity of skin.
It feels blurry when fully
immersed
here
because this liquid is so much
thicker than blood,
immortal and color-less
in order
to not conceal its particulates
as deposited into your banks
of experience.
It all comes together
like light,
gravity, family and an image,
for a moment.
This shape
water takes
the pathways
as they mimic the way of wind
taking the open path
along, long, way around
an obstacle that doubled
itself as a ladder.
Without braces and right angles,
there are no straight lines or perfect circles
to be found or measured
here.
We may picture
perfection but cannot describe
or swallow it without losing
our senses
of things.
In between
breaks of concentration
the glass spiders
but it is held together
in its frame
since there was no place
to remain
the same
as the way we found.
Let us both observe
how much further,
the way you have held yourself back,
the way you left yourself
so easily open to suggestions
such as novelties as in
the word and first-mover
who made us-
stand up
while the mirror-image stayed
observant and seated
in place.
See,
that was not you
there
sinking in,
drinking in, thinking in
collected bodies capable
of lucid dreaming
without ever remembering
if we should have
broken the surface.
Photo credited by Jon Sullivan, 'Ashes on the Reflecting Pool' dated February 2013.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Mirroring matter
Mirrors may make us
uncomfortable
because they are not-
omni-perspective-or
All
of view.
Things like this,
that seem to be
merely a reflective signal
may not be observed actively
holding and casting light.
Some of us,
completely visible to some others,
may be seen through and seem
somewhat scared of such spontaneous
reflections
that move like we do when we
go about
Being.
We need to be shown
how to hold ourselves
together in order
to be taken in
without seeming to fall apart
or over refract-and distort
such as you noticing yourself
between all things and still
yet unable to divide photons
by four dimensions
or separate yourself
from what is behind you.
Painting by Pierre Bonard, 'Mirror on the wash stand' c. 1908, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
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