If when the skin peels away
you bleed orange slices and mango sweat,
then you’ve been spending too much
time with the clouds.
If, however, you find the image
of a snake, or other cold-blooded reptile
you might look in a mirror
to find the septuagenarian you
staring back at you—
this is when the real magic happens!
i’ve forgotten the shapes of countries, i can’t recognize the globe; replacing their memory with the feel of wind in my face.
—and the ‘gulls no doubt sing atop the marbled ruin of Her return.
We are all but a tincture within the alchemy of consciousness.
A Tincture is the essence of some thing. An infusion from the other side, the unknown, the formless. Basho dedicated his life to the tincture of poetry. Einstein to the sciences. What about you? The essence is something that predates you, or me, and it is you and me. Art; poetry, painting, acting, music, hell even the salesman, the sciences, usually it brings joy, which is why we follow it, but it can also bring hell. What about emotions? Those are innate as well and you could certainly say that an emotion is the form that an essence takes. Part of the process is the discovery of what it is that takes you away. Then the other part is accepting it. Giving yourself up to it. I’ve spent so much time carving out these places of self, these self identifiers, laying down markers with material things. Though all of these things can only, eventually, bring me to a place of selflessness. When we are dedicated and focused, where do we go? Do we become infused with the thing we are dedicated to? In death does consciousness turn back into the essence which we’ve spent the most time investing in?
In truth I am not any one thing,
I encompass all things
Some are remembered from Aeons ago
Others forgotten entirely
Crushed under the weight of my ego.
I have the capacity to turn like the wind
To change course, in the split of a hair.
With my head in the clouds
And my feet off the ground
I look upon the blue convex horizon
And find that all the gods of old are dead.
But the daisies still pierce the ground in May
To be read in the voice of Escanor
Stuck in this round, I shall nail this final nail in my father’s coffin, and bury him. Then I will finish what he could not.
For those curious Escanor (with a different link) is a character in the anime 7 deadly sins. My son has been watching this and so I have invariably heard and seen some of this show. I asked my son to tell me an anime character who has the deepest voice and he gave me Escanor.
As I believe in myth, I found it interesting to know that this character is symbolic of the nature of this short myth. The lion (which also is my astrological sign) is his sign as he is prideful, he was disowned by his parents and (like me) he wages a war within himself for power via (self) control. As I believe in myth, I also believe in the power of the symbolic and the coincidence that these symbols pop up in our life are no such coincidence at all, rather a journey.
There once was a mom, she never existed. They’d thought she’d run away, But nope. She just didn’t want to be in any pictures.