The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
'mind is clear light' poem
(‘mind is clear light’ – Dalai Lama)
mist followed me up from the river but always ahead of me the sky gleamed sapphire and I thought of how it was when I flew into winter Geneva, skimming the mountains and lurching through thick dank cloud, stepping out into sleet and knowing all the time that just a few hundred feet above was pristine blue, sunset chinking prisms off every cloud snow-peak, a milk of cloud-lakes silking the flanks of real mountains and a whole nation of rainbows
a kind of private lightshow for the hell of it that those below us couldn’t see and that made everyone on that plane gasp – for disbelief and amazement and joy not fear of turbulence and the proximity of rock – as we plunged bucking through that fog-blanket into such a different world
and how easy it is to forget
~ Roselle Angwin, from Bardo (Shearsman 2011)
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