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Our transcending energies are in communication with an incognito source more ultimate than the abyssal self, as its source of self-transcending. G&B 176 No way to get here now__snow flakes still stop and go scurry over the black pond__gulls swivel … Continue reading →

Our transcending energies are in communication with an incognito source more ultimate than the abyssal self, as its source of self-transcending. G&B 176 No way to get here now__snow flakes still stop and go scurry over the black pond__gulls swivel … Continue reading →

“The Panther” (1905) by Rainer Maria Rilke is a very popular poem. Rilke’s panther is as popular as Blake’s “tyger.” But Rilke’s panther, unlike Blake’s “tyger,” does not radiate terror and delight; on the contrary, Rilke’s panther seems to be … Continue reading →

There is oneness that may drown us, as much as oneness that floats us free. G&B 177 bricks block our river views __ new towers hide our sky they’ve sold the people’s spaces__ice covers the pond where I ramble in … Continue reading →

The human exceeds the human because it is the indwelling of the transhuman. There is something divine about us but we are not the divine. G&B 272 glitter of wind-driven water__across the molten mudflat an empty Starbuck cup skitters__your voice … Continue reading →

Kay Ryan’s “Chop” with a note on inner form Chop by Kay Ryan The bird walks down the beach along the glazed edge the last wave reached. His each step makes a perfect stamp— smallish, but as sharp as an … Continue reading →

“Between nothing and God, there are deaths that let the ‘unborn infant’ be born.” G&B 27. crow calls lost in the drizzle __ South Mill Pond low fog of a January warm spell__muddy ooze where snow was styrofoam cups a … Continue reading →

POND SONG 3.30 We are drawn to agapeic selving by this passing of the divine within us, and a passing that no longer makes it possible for us simply to be within ourselves. G&B 274 Spartina stalks outshine the snow__a … Continue reading →

Pond Song 3.29 There is nothing empty about the nothing we have become. We are released to what is passing. G&B 340 such openings call you Xie__happenings of inner form this town would box the ocean__you were here when last … Continue reading →

[This essay was written for the blog metaxyturn.com] I spent the last few years before college in the Bay Area of northern California. As a child I had driven up the Central Valley to visit Carmel on vacations–a pretty little … Continue reading →