[Byzantine Bindings]

Monday, 20 November 2017

Process Revealed

“Behold, I have left an open door before you, which no one can close.”
Rev 3.8

Crown

sinking
into the mind
opening out the ways
allowing the magic to flow
freely

freely
grace is given
trusting the metaphor
given enough for this morning
hope keeps one eye on the journey
daily

daily
walking along
pilgrims along the way
looking for something to signpost
homeward

homeward
smell the soul food
see it in everything
glory to god in the highest
which one

which one
the open door
relaxing the body
stepping out into the ocean
freely

sinking
grace is given
pilgrims on the way
glory to god in the highest
freely

1. What jars
god
speak of it
of which nothing can encompass
of which words fail
draw the circle bigger
until
the boundary
bears no relation to the centre
any sense of meaning lost
inked words bleed (failing)
drift perilously
far out
then you have it
all there is
netted water
silence.

2. The jar provides the stimulus
irritating god
somehow producing
pearls inside shells
which are somehow
produced
for some reason
beyond
any understanding
you could hang your hat on
besides
diving for pearls
is a dangerous business
who knows what lies
in darkness
in deep
foreign legions
much sand
few pearls

3. Mind engages
has to
hardwired
cannot let things lie
no amount of effort
clears muddied water
in the jar
letting go our only hope
hope alone
remains after all has fled
from our precious boxes
we stole the fire
before we knew
how to enshrine it
grew wings
without thinking.

4. This is all I know
written down
signed
with my own hand
freely given to the world
this day
the twentieth November 2017
so called
with mind
bell clear
in tenderness and compassion
bearing no malice to anyone
proudly
bearing the scars of encounter
and wrestle
limping
I know nothing

i) What jars
god
speak of it
of which nothing can encompass
of which words fail
draw the circle bigger
until
boundaries
bear no relation to centres


ii) Jar provides the stimulus
irritating god
somehow producing
pearls inside shells
which are somehow
produced
for some reason
beyond
any understanding
you could hang your hat on

iii) Mind engages
has to
hardwired
cannot let things lie
no amount of effort
clears muddied water
in the jar
letting go our the hope


iv) This is all I know
written down
signed
with my own hand
freely given to the world
this day
the twentieth November 2017

(so called
with mind
bell clear
in tenderness and compassion
bearing no malice to anyone
proudly
bearing the scars of encounter
and wrestle
limping
I know nothing.)



shaman
through open doors
walking in the garden
blessing every thing in shadow
lightly