Elegy For Mihalyi Csikzentmihalyi 2011

Mihaly was a saint of sorts; he improved, with his search for understanding, the lives of so many yearning writers; the lame in spirit heard his Zen like words. He could not have imagined the journey From Hungary to Zurich to Chicago A glimpsed mandala led to the heart of the impossible image How did he learn to trust the flow? The Rhine flowing down to the North Sea May start as some minute spring At the confluence of the gravity of water and earth. And those then who have cast their nets into that sea May bring in treasures not found in the business of cities. At the first sighting,the image seemed hazy Then the words began to flow like current through a wire. Like a river cutting slowly through rocks of marble, like an unknown sage from the Himalyan Alps who had kissed the lips of his muse more than once As she floated like a ghost, no,more like music Tracing concentric spheres into the air Till the universe was singing. What was most human was his appetite,his love. Touch the hem of his garment,follow your flow Cut your path through the hard darkness until you find The sunlit sea you were made to swim in like a fish in its own sphere