What needs saying is beyond containment
in tiny word-boxes lined up on relentless tracks:
left to right, left to right, march march march.
O to write in spirals and spheres! ripples even,
constantly expanding outward and meeting one
anOther, evoking new relationShips, new
possibilities to explore, resonating back
toward the initiating gesture, richer and fuller and
then: Giving forth the next Initiation, a Birth of
New containing every element of the Old:
not lost but transformed and transforming, rippling
expanding, meeting, evoking, on and infinitely on;
Truer in countless ways to how our knowing,
our Being, our thinking, our Relating arise: So much all
at once to be felt first in Wholeness, the inextricable
Relatedness of each apparently discrete part with(in)
the magnificent Whole, impossibly elusive when
we think to capture it All, or even a tiny true bit,
in mere lines and symbols.
Something new is afoot, at hand. I can
see and feel it all around, with(in) me
right here Gazing at me through Everything,
true to Her elusive, mischievous, indomitable child nature,
She charmingly refuses to be captured in mere words.
Write me a Metaphor, she sings to me,
Write me a Song that makes Me Visible to Everyone.
Tell all the children that I’m Right Here, hiding in Everything.
Tell them Everything is Magic and Miracles
that there’s an Unexplained Unexplainable Mystery
at the Heart of Everywhere they look: A place where
every coin is flipping, every meaning inverted again, where
tears flow from the deepest happiness and fear
is a doorway. Tell them how you
became so very Quiet, so Still that you could hear Me at last
Calling to you through Everything. tell them how you
Laughed, because Everything has been here
all along, concealing Me.
Tell them it’s the corner of their eyes that’s most insightful,
the edges of their consciousness that ‘hold’ the greatest truths.
Tell them to be patient, and quiet, to trust and relax.
That which is being sought is doing the seeking
but we can’t notice this until we slow slow slow down.
We have to allow ourselves, at last, to be found.