the tear
in the chronology
gets larger and frays
into an edgeless rift–
it weighs nothing
this breathing out
this feather
that has lost its wing
we follow the circle
around the burning bush
the light too intense
to hold our gaze—
who is this transparent
being that takes hands
and pulls them into patterns
made whole by what lies
beyond envisioning–
we blur like dervishes
tangled in life’s netting
until our falling and rising
are indistinguishable
until the center is outside
any definition of ourselves
until the hidden reveals
the opening in our eyes–
every nerve becomes
a soundless song
a complete chord
that pauses in nexus–
source proof reason
meaningless irreversible
stilled
For earthweal A Midsummer Night’s Dreamtime.
and linking to dVerse OLN hosted by Bjorn
K. 
As I looked at the image again and then again something emerged after looking at it again after reading your poem. It looks like person with a crown on, circling and falling from a great height, towards a bullseye below. Lately it feels like the periods of free-fall are increasing. Things that felt like granite are dissolving before my eyes. Who is to say where the wind will blow this figure between now and the target it was fixed upon….
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I feel untethered as well. I think all of life is in between right now, and the solstice just magnifies it. My dreams and nights have certainly been restless, my days unfocused.
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Kerfe, I can relate, it’s been a rough patch for me also, and I’m trying to understand why. That said, I finally pulled out the paints and collage stuff and am now started on POPO cards. Maybe that will help.
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I think it does. Which reminds me, I still have 10 to finish…
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To me this is an ambitious attempt to speak to the essence of existence – how it feels to be alive.. Bravo!
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Thanks!
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Existence and finding meaning, part of the eternal circles of the universe–from light, to light. A very thoughtful reflection, Kerfe.
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Thanks Merril. In my dreams lately I am always looking for something.
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Interesting. That seems like not anxiety, but maybe more like you’re searching for a new project.
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I am kind of at loose ends. But then focus has never been my forte.
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I hope for that wisdom to come in our busy lives. This part speaks to me:
the opening in our eyes–
every nerve becomes
a soundless song
a complete chord
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Thanks Grace.
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We find stillness in the centre – perhaps the eye of the storm? I love your painting!
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I saw the eye in the photo and it reminded me of a bird and maybe, we need a bird’s eye perspective on life. A red winged blackbird, perhaps. The reference of eye in your piece seems to fit within my peripheral view.
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A bird’s eye perspective is a good one I think.
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I read with interest what each saw in the art, sigh loudly and wonder at myself. All I saw was a dog chasing his tail around his water bowl, and thought to myself “now isn’t that the way of it”!
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I like your interpretation Beverly. Isn’t it?
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in a way, the question is, what is light? what is energy? not the photons pouring from a star… but why?
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Always, questions.
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I read a dance from brokenness to openings and openness. The dream(er) sees the one with wounded sight with opened eyes. – Brendan
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Even your responses are poetry. Thanks Brendan.
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A beautiful whirling dervish of a poem holding a perfect stillness at its centre.
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Thanks Lindi.
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Love this especially; “we blur like dervishes tangled in life’s netting until our falling and rising are indistinguishable until the center is outside any definition of ourselves until the hidden reveals.” A most exquisite poem 💝💝
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Thanks Sanaa.
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The feather that has lost its wing speaks to me how little we know from what we see and feel…
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Yes, we can’t begin to take it all in.
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