I shone in this small shape as one who proceeds from the Father. I bubbled up and flowed out from that. I was the first emanation. I was his entire likeness and image.
–Gnostic tradition, First Book of Leu
Daytime. My hair drips sweat. Your pearl teeth, in the oyster of your mouth, gleam with smiling. My skin knows touch and warmth. Your hand knows strength of purpose.. . . In this Long Now between emerging and dissolving . . . water rises as wave. Falls. Rises. Again. Same water, same tidal motion, same ocean. Same wave?
Evening. Dim starlight emerges, come morning it resolves again into bright. A western star in twilight’s land of meeting and parting . . . hands rough with earth, scars of honest work, lines etched on the face by love – some from pleasure, some from pain. These are the retirement plan of happiness.
Nighttime. I lay down my head, feet, hands, shoulders, the small cares, plans, sad turns, sweet moments that mark the contours of Love’s body. I lay down the slow pulse of marrow and the rhythm of blood, spinal fluid, cells. I lay down mind in the bed of ease. I lay down tomorrow and wake up in tomorrow when the play of tides again draws the deep of mind’s luminosity into the frolic of appearance.
Dawn. First emanation, deep a bright arises, emerges, resolves again in sleep, emerges once more . . . entire likeness of bird song, the smell of grass, eyes open
and ‘sight’ becomes appearance
….. and I will love you again, like yesterday again, like tomorrow again, in this Long Now again, this emerging again, and resolving again
no one who has tasted the salty water can any longer say “this wave, that one.”