Light body

the skin is the inside edge of
the radiance

                     the burning
           the flaming
flashing forth , raging


           shapeless formless
           enormous amorphous
           capable of being all

                     shapes and sizes , small
                     and large , short and tall

The transformation

The transformation I then felt enact
          -ing has come full circle
                     more than once
                     spiralwise once more
           again and again doubling
                      back to pass me by
           once again .
                                       Who am I
           to say when it
           really began to begin
                      or if the end will
                      ever really end ?

"the work of / righting what I"

the work of
righting what I
write is

discovering new combinations
           new couplings
                   new juxtapositions
                              new ways of

folding-in & turning-inside-out
   world
and self


finding creative lines of flight
    in
out


those that actually lead some
-where

those from which one can leave
to which one can return


.

Nails     hair     anything a person has
worn    touched   been long in close contact with
preserve an intimate relation
even when separated from    him or her

Distant things are linked
by means of
a sympathetic
symmetry

and sometimes
a single fossil is enough
to reassemble the whole damn
organism

. . .

the real crux
of the matter
in hand is

the combinations
  the couplings
   the juxtapositions

where the over
-lap overlap
-s

.

Kenneth Rexroth - "140 Syllables"

sitra ahra

the surface always appeared double
sided at all times


in all places
the other side always appeared

inaccessible
on this side


but now I realize the same
inside is drawn outside
the lines on both sides


the two paths are one
flowing boundary

interior and exterior
the same inside and out

.

. . .

“Hear one side and you will be
in the dark. Hear both
and all will be clear.”
— Lord Chesterfield

the real Mysteries are / ever the same

(1)
the real mysteries are
ever the same

a man and woman
each

unique
evocations of milky way


whorls of wonder
thumbprints of thinking

in which universe be
-holds its own

radiant
grandeur

.

. . .


“Nothing exists in human nature that is not spiritual;
for even the substance of the body is spiritual. . . .
Divinity is our genus and species."
-- Julian of Eclanum (5th century AD)

.

. . .

Blade of glass

I admit what

I emit 

what is

inimical to me

shapes the crystal

my grain of sand

has be

-come

George Quasha - "Ta'wil or How to Read"

Ta'wil or How to Read

Wisdom

Wisdom

was not nor was never
written or read in the havens
but rather in the wise domes of
the familial few who put their heads
to gather each glimmering shimmering
thing their fingers tangled