I want to move closer into the heart of the world.
I want to feel
I want melody to dance through my skin.
This is all we have.
As much control as we had in our arrival
Is how little we’ll have upon departing
*when you live in each moment, you’ll find yourself with less plans. Stop looking forward
You. Primal thought;
but there’s much more, I
couldn’t write through
The poetry in everything
we’ve ever said to each other. I guess that’s how you know
A single note is played,
sent into space,
pulsing through the layers
we can’t see.
Everything about that moment, and the one before, and the one after, is different.
The note dissolves, and still remains
I can see it through my tears.
The very first raindrop
breaks a blue glass lake,
For a second
fall in Love
Whoever deemed selfishness a sin, was thinking of others and therefore missed the point.
Flawed from conception, we birthed the quest for perfection,
‘Make something beautiful,’ the voice did insist.
So, we wrench words from the most sacred of spaces, though they’re dirtied on their way down,
the extent, depending on how clean our hands are, surely.
Pronouns will shed light, ciphers then blur meaning,
but the arrogance of capturing reality, really will taint any poetic contribution.
I froze time
so nothing could fade
the sky remains white
its truth was choking me
the wind is howling
so I know you’re here
there are two realms
my angst regards their coexistence
how are we to pull our gaze from one,
to care, at all, about the other?
ash covers all in a powdered layer of grey
there was no eruption
it’s just there if you see it.
‘Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.’
‘There is a pleasure in the thought that the particular tone of my mind at this moment may be new in the Universe;
that the emotions of this hour may be peculiar and unexampled in the whole eternity of moral being. I lead a new life. I occupy new ground in the world of spirits, untenanted before.
I commence a career of thought and action which is expanding before me into a distant and dazzling infinity.
Strange thoughts start up like angels in my way and beckon me onward. I doubt not I tread on the highway that leads to the Divinity.’
(JMN, III, p. 79)
(he was twenty-four when he wrote this)