Wednesday, August 22, 2012

more than one source has reported

the world beyond is much like this one

except that the forms are more blazingly vivid

ultimate in the source of their essence

no wonder we homesick ones on this side of the veil

long for what we barely recall

the passage through all thought forms as a liberation

from the weight of sorrows that is the frozen forms in matter

oh razor-sharp edges of dreams we slide around unharmed

(oh poverty of words to describe the indescribable)

and how many of us longing to awaken to that place

right here all around us

just ask Milosz: "It will be exactly like this life. The same room.

Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage, pale as a corpse..."*

*Translation by Kenneth Rexroth.

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