Copyright © 2010 Ernest Bloom.
And sometimes
We feel the flow all around us like
Clear, rippled water over rocks:
A sequence of infinitesimal instances carved this way
Out of eternity.
In one transformative moment,
One surprising transitional fluctuation between
What we think we know and
What we know,
The curtains part on one
Crystal-clear vision:
How anger and judgment cloud the mind,
Twist the mind,
Finally enslave the mind,
Abolish equanimity. But now
Greed's defeated by generosity.
Anger to compassion yields.
And ignorance fades before wisdom's
Dawning morning light.
I feel I heard this already. Your novel leaking into verse, I see. Whatever works. Me likes. Funny how the narrative, too, becomes clearer with every stanza to conclude (or begin, really) with that almost simplistic final that reminds me of something from Blake's trippy ruminations.
ReplyDeleteas i mentioned, i think, that particular paragraph took several days to write. in order to bring the process to a close, i lopped off this end of it and rewrite both; then was able to move on. this piece is too buddahist for the rest of that chapter.
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