instead of the
tumbling down of
all we hold dear
let us hold in
our hands
our hands
the
endless lens:
sea as lens
earth as eye
not conscious yet
but we
differentiated
cells of awareness
might be on the move
barring disasters
including those of
our own making
It's terrific, mate - even though I now find myself editing a small tip of poems called "The End Poems"! Damn good advice. Reminds me a little of the TV show "Sense8" I watched a while back, about some notions of what a transpersonal identity would be like. That was then, and this is now, but how can we all be connected if we lack an 'endless lens' and cannot see?
ReplyDeletewonderful image and poem, Robbie
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, Efi. Wasn't sure how it would come across as a poem, glad it seems perspicacious!
ReplyDeletethe tumbling down then the holding in our hands is so redeeming that all the rest just wires itself up beautifully without gravity Robbie.
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