Beginnings . . .

Where
the story starts is

where
one is looking

. . .

There's a hidden access

What's true of the smallest handful of dirt
is necessarily true
of the whole
earth .

There's a hidden axis

a precarious balance between
the interdependence
of single lives
and clustering forces flowing

forward and backward interweaving
possible motives and meanings

not apparent at first glance .

Z-Pinch Interference Pattern

Electricity      compressed
& expressed
     by magnetism

     Where the circuit completes
two Birkeland Currents meet
and briefly become one
          self-manifest
     discharge

     - Implosive
     explosion -

     Where stars are born
& new earths are birthed
spherical and whole
     small and large

     . . .

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

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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)

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