It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
The sun heats the brain and eyes
so that this vertical (not horizontal normal)
view spins Copernican and slightly air drunk,
until Buddha appears, cloudlike but still solid.
Feel the sand. Hear the waves. Breathe.
the gray sky hid it from view,
and my own clouds hid the sky.
No amethyst dome. No ribbons of sunlight.
No bird song. No change in light
to tell time. Night falls hard black.
Wings trembling over the shimmering filigree coverlet –
a maiden’s bed, empty in morning sunlight.
Gravity, a weak force, leaves us alone.
We are falling. We are flying. No,
not really flying, or even falling. Floating.
Traveling through crystals, lightly frozen, I rise
from this earth into the neighboring sky
and into that dense region between stars,
interstellar clouds, and Magellanic clouds, dwarf galaxies
near our Milky Way, Earth behind me.