I waver at the star teeth
of my own invention,
accreting webs of wild light
where night trades
cold for dark
sidereal heat.
I am not here for mundane marvels—
I am here to manifest my most
daring fantasies into reachable
constellations,
grasping at the ungraspable—
drawing unfathomables to fruition.
8.14.25
the
ungraspable
imagined
suggestions
of
simplicity
isolated
latent
haunting
the
eye
("Spinning Earth", 2016)
The Impermanent
What is impermanent, by definition,
Doesn’t last and can’t remain,
And what is not impermanent?
Yet each of us has a lingering thought
That something must be.
So we habitually project this intuition,
This inner knowing of the most holy,
Onto the everyday and profane.
We think maybe we are somehow permanent
Or maybe what we create, what we accomplish and achieve
Will somehow become so.
But obviously these are vain hopes
We all know deep down are not it.
Still we know that something must be
Beyond the bounds of change,
Something that is, now and always,
A constant source of solace and guidance
An IT that is somewhere within us and without us.
We know, but cannot say, what is true
Not because we don’t want to, or lack the words,
But because what we intuit
As the changeless has no name, no concept
Beyond mere labels which by definition miss the mark.
This is the original sin we all share, after all,
The lack of ability and facility
To grasp the ungraspable
And so we settle instead to grasp in vain
The impermanent.
(1/8/23)
Poetic Science
The Universe is expending those who know this say
(My waist size too,) is expanding but has a natural limit
which the Universe doesn’t have.
I have difficulty understanding the limitless where is
the Universe expanding to, what free space does it
occupies; as the endless is ungraspable.
I wish the Universe would shrink a little bit enough
for me to see that somewhere there is a border
but not further into nothingness.
If the Universe is expanding, it must also be timeless
and abstract as it doesn’t exist in any time frame
God must be an invention to stop us from disappearing.
The space beyond nothingness is oblivion it can
therefore, not exist as it has no space, and no stars
and is a question of a dream not remembered.
This is what I am enjoined to be:
Hyphenated !
Bound to vacillate between self-aggrandizement and self-annihilation
I straddle two unrecognizable worlds
only to find solace in none
I am the begetter of my malaise
all made of ungraspable memories and deferred living
Unable to liberate presence from the grips of absence
I dwell on both edges of supposed being
that meanwhile refuse to be reconciled
?for fear that I dare reconstruct my long lost identity
There I stand
a hyphenated land
gazing at imposed images
donning the masks of free choice and self-agency
I think of rooted gods.
gods that are encompassing, seed-bearing,
life supporting, blossoming, sky inhaling,
earth exhaling, ground firming, shelter offering,
reach confirming, water retaining,
fire to ash feeding, and forever sight inspiring.
High beings as lowly as the soil
they share their spirit with.
Gods, that even while frozen and naked
remind me of the immortality
of all mortal things, or the inevitability
of falling only to rise as smoky offerings
to an ungraspable starlight.
The dreamer dreams, becoming the object
How may the object awake as subject
Unreal object is but a thought beam
Our desire impels thought as a life stream
Bubble bursts when the object does not react
Cessation the way to exit this net
Desireless entity, its course corrects
Void like space and ungraspable like steam
The dreamer dreams
Ego fictional does urges direct
Entrapping attention to deeds suspect
Hypnotic bind from which we cannot wean
Vaporisation alone reclaims sheen
Object vanishes, our stance then erect
The dreamer dreams
05-January-2021
My Gift,
“The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.” - Henri Bergson
I feel, I felt
tingles in the far recesses of my soul
swirling in an ever circular motion
surrounding the pounding of my heart
resounding inside and out
my echo chamber
I find comfort in that peace
your stillness, the silence
all I am hearing is love
bleeding slowly into me
transmitting signals
rushing alongside clear blue waters
swimming up into my substanance
my existence
filtering in thru the green
of those auspicious duck pond eyes
your gift warms me
each syllable entrusted
as life lies naked at our door
unabridged stories taking hold
we walk away from the past
and yesterday's wars
another beautiful dream
recedes into the past
flowing down the stream
of things not meant to last
this stream kisses a river
the river of fickle fantasy
its waters make hearts shiver
as it rages into the sea of reality
on its sands moonbeams shimmer
beams of ungraspable love
the stars laugh and glimmer
knowing what each heart dreams of
There might be a time
A flash-thought moment -
The Bear is aligned with something or other
And this sudden smell of lilacs
On a see-forever day -
When things come together
Only for the briefest
The entire universe
All things visible
And invisible
Become ONE
Just for one second
Then are gone
And you sense the steering wheel of your car
Marvelling!
Of all the souls in stupendous creation
YOU have been chosen
Wonderful!
Marvelous!
But then.....................................
Another flash-moment
A large bug splatters your windshield