(con)verged

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

27 thoughts on “(con)verged

  1. 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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      1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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