the sweetest way to animate and order
all this glorious whole contains within?
The Hindus have no doubt: a sound, a dance,
were our beginning; every molecule
of Shiva’s body dances to the song;
his soul the music of eternal rule:
so should we dance our way through mortal life,
eternal music in our inner ear;
so make our life a flowing song, a flight
that sings immortal ether into air;
a sound, a dance, a rhythm; harmony;
from which soars each soul’s unique poetry..
there’s a barber whose window decorations indicatethey’re stylists in that tricky, ingrowing black hair;I dropped in there one day; and as the one white facein that busy, proud salon (I took the last spare seat with some relief)spent half an hour or so as a ‘minority’,as images of identity played out some tennis game of…
For half the world or so,there is no great concern:in time you just come round againto improve upon your last performance –likean athlete, daily training round the trackwhich if it’s so, then, perhaps, how sadthat we are not aware just how we’ve done this time,compared with how we did last time –it might be quite…
shall cover with our writingturns now, overhead, in strange hands.We feel the sweep of it like a wind.We see the brightness of a new pagewhere everything yet can happen.Unmoved by us, the fates take its measureand look at one another, saying nothing.And we write.(Following Rilke’s poem I,8 in his ‘Book of Hours’)
stuck to the Start-Rite sandalswith a sound like half-dried glue.Gg-luck, went each step. Bliss.Life needed nothing else.Because we have not yet lived our lifewe do not know – to grasp, or hoard –that this – to live in the present with every sense,without a thought, without a care –is a totality of happinesswe may yearn…
that I would recommenda metaphysical health check:a subtle X-ray or better still, a Why-raymight show up something inthe spleen or in the bile ductbefore it’s too late forpoetic irony orpoetic justice
no other witnesses were present at the time,none of the jury were there of course,the judge was not theresome of the jury saidif he says so I believe him,some of the jury saidhow do I know that’s the truththey listened,his eyes shone;their hearts listened,their eyes shone;yes they said,that’s true
