Child You have heard it said, even a single tear can spread and stain the ocean whole with salt Taste how the flavor simmers in your blood You see with eyes salty with tears You marvel at the sparkle on your cheek as if your grief were to ignite a signal flare one glimmer among billions where ash-strewn light outlines galactic limbs obsidian night absorbs the milky swirl of a white hole Out there something calls you to here invites pale-seamed reincarnation Be it toroid-desire be it mere residue or some prodigious excess Be it love or longing for Be it timing or timelessness Where your eyes shine bright with tears there is gemmation visions pricked in nucleic dew in dreamscape in recycling genes there is your fate refracted your masquerade shot through with images bathed in sky-black solution brought back to life by deathless involution Behold entities who drown in Vishnu’s Dreaming lovers waylaid under wasting light caught by disarming limbs by spiral galaxies that store ripening troves of romantic lore And lingering, your boundaries phased across the slow- -melting edges of a fractal maze you are drawn to what intrigues you, rescue and refuge, but beyond that singularity you crave is what you really crave one open-ended look one signal true enough to spiral for eternity intact The craving is so random, yet exact Like that elusive moment when time dies it leaves the diamond heart intact and leaves you looking wide bereft and wondering as if divinity were inside you, so innate yet from inside you cannot access the way to it, cannot unlock the gateless gate So you must shift your gaze and (not a second now to lose) be plunged to welcome calm in the dark sea Andromeda rises long before dawn Two million light-years and gone (and you wonder why this baby’s got the blues) So deep in the well of time, Child looking up now and again can you see starlight brimming at the rim? Or looking down into your heart do you not see abandoned lives so like your own you cannot bear to look away? No intervention seals your fate No human or divine support No single one can save you all but each one of you can save one other And saving one another one by one your haunted world is emptied, changed Your truth is rescue, the lure and danger sweet the thrill of going with the drift invites your innocence and keeps your power pure But to be deceived by ideal or ordeal is the same funny fate Obliged to love approve and disapprove is the undoing of that deathless gift Yet you arrive, Child Because the message you deliver is innate: of whence you come, of what you crave You will encounter the Belated Muse where the dark sea is rimmed milky bright look with the brave eyes of abandon The translator
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 21:52:30 +0000