Trans-Sending (Day 21 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

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Listen above and below
beyond the noise

Let the inner world unfold
before your liminal eyes

Take in your own essence
transmute it

in
out
in

Lay by me as a blade of tall wild grass
sway in the wind
be hued

Cry out to the world as a tree frog
or a cricket
as something other than you think
yourself to be

Push your etheric limbs out
far away from you
pull them in to your heart-coffer
become small

Gyrate on your axis
and turn-in to space

nebulous
floating
drifting

Be with me in the nothingness
that is ever-becoming

I breathe you out
You breathe me in

out
in
out

Find my nihility
gazing upon you
undulating as the
great prairie grass

Meet me at the edge
My love
My everything

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  • Entry for Day 21 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by @d-pend.

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I like this piece. For how heavy most of my pieces are, and for how much I tend to say more about heavier pieces, it is the light pieces, those which are sparse, that I like more.

This is not quite a sparse piece, but it manages to convey lightness, in theme, and cadence, and in structure.

This piece breathes, it is cyclical, in and out. Forward and then backwards. Makes me wonder if that rhythmic motion in Resplendence was not just about sex, but about living with oneself, or just about taking one in and letting them cycle through you, as a breath, as a drop of blood. As part of you.

Grass, bears mentioning, is brought twice in this piece. A blade of grass, not quite as hard and unyielding as some of those made of metal. A metaphor for going with the wind of change. Of bending. With air, with breath, that goes in and out.

Cry out to the world as a tree frog
or a cricket
as something other than you think
yourself to be

I can feel the undertones of a zen koan here. And naturally, zen is close to what this poem is discussing.

I am not going to talk about this poem at length. I feel that defeats the purpose. I would like to add that I loved how "in/out/in" was later reflected with "out/in/out."

And the end, well. I guess that one bears some unpacking. "At the edge, my love, my everything." One could read these as where to meet you. At your edge, at your love, at your everything. To see you entire.

And it can be seen as you talking to yourself, to meet yourself, after you went out of yourself. To see yourself entire.

And it can be seen as addressing someone else, that after he's left who he was behind. After he's learned to bend with the wind, to let go of worldly attachment, he's ready to meet you, and to be what you in turn lose yourself, bend yourself, to, with, in.
At the edge of your selves. Where you can meet. And cross over.

I had been reading the Tao Te Ching before my meditation/ponder/daydream time. ;)
<3

Close enough! I do wonder about the relationship between Taoism and Zen Buddhism.

And I've been thinking of the Tao a bit lately. And of that project we joked of before, of mashing the Tao te Ching up with Rumi :)

Find my nihility
gazing upon you
undulating as the
great prairie grass

Exceptional penning. Mamadini:)

<3 Thank you.

Damn! Talk about skillfully crafted pieces... :)

Thank you kindly. <3

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