This great and terrible, aching love,
This outrageous strength of reason and will
And unforeseen circumstance, this on-going collision
Of desires where possibilities buckle and meld
Into shrieking memory with all the horrifying screaming
Of colliding commuter trains that weld into one,
Where time turns crystalline, our elaborate, comely flowers
Of hopes and dreams plunging irrevocably down into
Liquid nitrogen, transmuted forthwith brittle-stiff,
Ashy and friable. Everything slips unflinchingly out from
Mistrustful grips; it's sealed over, enshrined in an
Ineluctable past.
This thrilling instant that is the ever-now,
Forever-now, this magic eruption of truth breaking
Through thin, taut-stretched veils, these arching
Roman candles soaring against an eye-dazzling night,
This glorious wealth of breath, of life, of infinite consciousness,
This birthright handed down from God, this supremely brilliant
Gift arising in each moment from the shadows ‑‑
Not shadows of what might have been, but what was ‑‑
Those amber-locked insects of amazing experiments in life
We dutifully, obediently engineer every last pressing second,
Each instant, the icy-fairy traceries recounting our passages,
Pointing like mock-accusatory fingers directly toward these
Radiant explosions of a single world wherein we touch
What's real.
See: http://psdessential.com/hr/inspiration/10-stunning-frozen-photographs/
"This great and terrible, aching love." This reminds me of the word 'awestruck' for some reason--love, like anything supernatural, is both frightening and captivating. :)
ReplyDeleteThe picture of the frosted-rose really made the line, "enshrined in an ineluctable past," stand out.
"The ever-now, forever-now." I'm not even sure what to say about this line. It's brilliant--that's all I can manage.
the word 'love' here is not really intended as an inter-human emotional kind of thing, but more like a soul's connection to reality; the realization, or appreciation, of the relationship, the feeling that a soul awakened into this consciousness has little claim to a right to be bored or angry or anything other than fascinated and humbled. every one of us changes all reality every instant we are alive. that's how i meant the word 'love' here: something like that.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery here is pretty innovative. Shrieking like colliding trains and amber-locked animals were breathtaking. What I especially like about this poem is the unconventional use of 'love', love for life, for breathing, for contact with the world etc. I really liked this message, it's important.
ReplyDeleteah, but had i not appended my comment, how would you have read it then?
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