Prove Your Self
There is an ignorance we are the truth of. To see it,
get down on your hands & knees & look longingly.
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The Mustard Petal
What the dead need to be everlasting is what a god needs to die
which is what a sun needs to shine & what dirt needs to come alive.
Yawning Abyss
Look In Grass
The empty vessel is expectant. The expectant vessel is pregnant.
If the one is the sun when it dies, and the other when it shines,
or the one nourishing fruit, the other seed with root---life-giving
is the ground of dark, this vessel of vessels.
Proving Ground
Like a river of death, the yawning abyss sheds its energy, heaves its sediment & meanders remote films of water---shudder of life, this trembling emptiness.
Like interstellar waste, this insensible, yawning abyss rushes the breach & swells the pores absent those who thrive & perish, unnoticed in soil.
Like a spirit upon the deep, a wild universe conceives this empty extreme whereby the faithful isopod beneath a rock is bound for heaven.
Those in despair see only a seething power writhing with obscure passion & not this pore of fatality pregnant with the everlasting.
To those of no sight, it is called the depth of darkness. To those afflicted with the absolute, it is not a lively death, not this absence in sediments, not the increase & waste of the infinite.
Look at how it opens in spring rain & makes a planet! Look at how the rotifers, water bears & nematodes; at the chytridic saprobes & arbuscular mycorrhizas; the potworms, ants, mites & beetles; at the wood lice & earwigs; the roots of grass & tree, their buried seed—look at how they open like starlight in the dark of night; at how they move through the withdrawn absence like the trembling of infant suns.
See how the anguish of an ocean dies in a nascent stream sprung from the terrible mountain.
See how the shudder of Love by this heaving sediment, gathers its energy.
