Daytime. My hair drips sweat.
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
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.
Nightime. 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,
again, and resolving again
no one who has tasted the salty water can any longer
say “this wave, that one.”