—Anonymous Photo
THE KNOWING
—Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA
“Listen to the sounds of waves within you.”
—Rumi
A bell.
A feather.
A string of white nerve.
Your mind in a frame of thought—
deeper than deep, where you are now,
in curve of blue, in shine of light.
Don’t go too far—
stay in the real,
know where each is,
eyes closed for inner balance—
letting life go into un-life,
mystery of who and where,
the push and pull
of real and unreal—
you between.
How ancient you are.
How new.
One is the same,
except for the difference,
except for the fleeting loss of self,
except for the knowing
which will forget.
The bell
makes a sound.
The white string twists.
The white feather loses connection,
floats down as you float,
inward,
your mind
continuing its curious journey.
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—Medusa (thank you, Joyce!)
Did you remember to set your clocks back this morning?
