If we can conceive, we moderns, of a Spirit of the Mother in nature, that from biology an immaterial experience emerges; if we recognize the spirit, the patterns in and of Nature (‘Nature’s nature’, that is), then why is it so inconceivable to us that the Spirit of the Father which notices those natural patterns,[…]
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The bright flight seared —smeared— the ink that stained my browned body. Coordinates skewed lat for long, feathers darkened. Yellow and sharp, beak now cute and rounding. Talons remain but feathers black now for night’s plunging stead of day, and eyes to match—keen machined fine instruments turned black fat saucers, hungry dinner plates. “What creature[…]
Do our masses spin in relation? But look inside—they are empty Who is this weigher, this marble shooter? We see through his eyes yet we are made of marble—and malice? Misunderstanding, surely; If we divine, we are divine, the doing and the done, spent and ever spinning, singer and song sung. Empty self to sacrifice[…]
did Eros make man of monkey and Psyche, Pleasure from pain? bliss to toil, curiosity spoil; now man at gods’ feet, slain our immemorial killing a runt sown to shallow ground from innocence our guilt and debt; to eternal ties we’re bound