Rosemary Nissen-Wade #2: As Above, So Within

As Above, So Within

The inner world opens

like those internet pictures of the universe

that expand and expand and expand.

My autocorrect mistypes and reminds me,

it could be Pandora's box. 

Essentially, we now know,

it's a fractal universe – 

to expand or contract forever, infinitely

in either direction, the ever-reproducing pattern

beautiful, and beautifully unfolding.

I wander down the vast reaches 

of the dark interior. The stars against the indigo

are pinpricks. It opens and keeps on opening

further before me, limitless, faintly lit.

Misericordia! The tricksy, unknown roads

of chaos are built-in, the Divine hand creating

choice within the pre-ordained order: paradox.

Music and mathematics govern the outpourings

of creation, direct them into systems –

then the fluke.

Drawing in my nets for sleep,

full of strange fish for dreams (star-fish, yes,

no joke) I rattle at speed past banks of miraculous

emblems – histories of dark and light.

It all dwindles down to the pupil
of one unseeing eye …

A really FIRST draft. I spent some hours in hospital last night, hooked up to a monitor. Don't worry, it turned out I was suffering from something very minor, and meanwhile I was thoroughly pampered and had a nice rest! I had my iPad (don't I always) and between snoozing and reading I thought I'd start the poem for today's post. Decided to just let my mind take me anywhere. It's uncharacteristic (not necessarily a bad thing). It may be for the scrap-heap. (Ha! I at first mistyped 'crap-heap'. These Freudian slips!) If I ever post it on my personal blog, I would add a public domain spiral galaxy pic to elucidate the last line. 

(And where did 'Misericordia' come from? Just popped into my head at that point. But, when I thought about it, it did seem to fit.)