Be. Let whatever happens, come to pass.
To be: embraced by a field of happening.
There is nothing imperfect, even contradiction
and desire – let it all come.
Allow motes of dust to float
the heaviest pain to sink
there is nothing at all that does not belong –
let anger and irritation play their part
but release them and go on.
Close your eyes and dig deep.
Study the phenomenology of thoughts
the strange ocean of being
overpowering pain, elusive pleasures
Be. Embrace the field of happening.
I couldn’t lie
or distort the truth
when I tell you that seven seagulls
– not six or eight – I counted,
took flight in the direction of the moon
and that the water was slightly offering an insult
with its restlessness and simple undulations
I suddenly felt as at the bottom of a gap
a precipice that links two different lands
behind me everything that is
before me everything that could be
I was inside the great hole that separates the two
and it didn’t seem fair to build a bridge
sauntering from fact to possibility;
to cross this gap
I felt
requires the courage of a climb –
to create a new fact
demands a start from the lowest point
to climb up again in rags
to emerge from the deep
after the torture of darkness has engaged with us…
only then can the gap be closed!
