-Li Zhongzi, A Primer of Medical Objectives
if you walk far enough along a path
you'll come to your soul mirrored back
a reflection of time moving
explosion of sky's rapture we catalogued
all directions, i have callings by name and callings by sound
so we warble, look a mourning is a type of flower, a petalling folded down
sweet submersion this stone reached, grappled root first back into skin
then your face, then your pupil, i control the light, she whispered,
bridge after the second chorus
and cull up swirl we tack on truth, the outline of any body darkens
becomes hard to edge its nightness, could you sit double exposed
a wide arc: look, a whole tree pictured in the water's pooling
the way our arms cross back and forth blocking the stars
shouldered the dead crossing and they were light as secrets
i could have loosened my grip
all of now
was a lesson in how receiving love is a let down
[of control]
& has little to do with what we give
or what we give is no reciprocity of what we let in
walk over that falling down, round counter portal the sky on fire
& you,
a fast fish called desire :: it is hard to touch a memory
close eyes to dream as pages on the calendar turned down mark i have...
i am still going to ruin our mother sights the obvious matter of being ::
(em)bodied & thebliss is what they hold us to (let me assure...)
you can't have this experience. and not have this experience.
you have to step through the gate. there is a threshing. of waiting, and resistance.
there is a shushing. of our own suffering, i would you lay down, call me by name
sprout of life / i have always recorded
am recording. i met myself on a bridge.
i met you on a bridge.
i was alone on the bridge.
i was inside the universe on the bridge.
i know how long we stood
we have always been here. singing.
blood has an urge to mate :: wings held back ::
i collected truth in the branching ::what creates the body can kill the body :: for decades, that is what i knew of love
doubled like a taking flight from the midsection.
two ears nestled inside me, listen.
the igniting spark between the kidneys :: source of the
triple burner :: would you slow me
toscrape/clean/ emptied of hardness
sound held so long no silence can keep. here's
the thread whistled to the center,
it's always been just a walking with one another,
occasionally, a fire flares and by that warmth
we recall this caving/ we caught both light and shadow.
it's where we told them into being
starting, once upon a time....
