Cosmos, Psyche, and Aditi
'On the navel of the earth I place thee!' And further, 'In the lap of Aditi (the boundless or inviolable earth)!' for when people guard anything very carefully, they commonly say that 'they, as it were, carried it in their lap;' and this is the reason why he says, 'In the lap of Aditi!'
— Satapatha Bramanda (translator Julius Eggeling, 1882)
headlines: an unbearable act… a tragic scene…
merge into emptiness, never constant.
we are prepared to understand,
what we are prepared to understand.
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know me in my doom.
the self scattered among all things and accidents,
still, you talk about your personalized paradise.
give me a memory, tell me a story of life.
find other realms, turning your orbit around.
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know the weaver’s loom.
there’s no enlightenment in imagining figures of light,
no eternal bliss or torment for your glorified body,
we embody the cosmos preparing our psyche,
a unique vessel that can make the darkness conscious.
to know nature’s fractals, it’s radical
all the way down. radical all the way down.
regenerate outside of time, merge into emptiness
with the unique animals of this new creation
above dying Asteroidea. your mind is the mountain to climb,
as delicate as a sweet potato vine.
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know me in this bloom.
a torus in the fertile tensions of opposites
looking for inception. turn the Mobius key,
and open the outer cosmos with the inner psyche.
perception finds its place.
AI DJ picks music in the moment,
so you never know what is coming next.
birds appear as random as a song, not harbingers
of anything at all. white feathers fall, and frost feathers melt.
the world is charged. doors open. I sleep with a stranger
and dive with sea daisies and sunflowers.
talk of resurrection and reincarnation of the blue-eyed one.
your qualia is not my qualia. I am Aditi on the navel of earth.
do you believe these bones could be anything else?
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know the wounds.
in vineyards dressed with mustards,
lovers in red run, womb to womb.
blood pumps the brakes on the cosmic imagination,
gone! could you explain the years since? soul to soul,
shake the tattered yellow kings of Memphis,
let the cosmos dance, let psyche find coherence.
egos know it will all flame out like shining from shook foil.
martyred warrior of paradise walks in this wild. recoil!
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know me in bewilderment.
lost potential in a world of possibilities and burdens.
no chance of boredom with shadows explaining similes,
flowers looking back at you with curious eyes
teaching color theory. lessons around every corner.
articulating time in February shades of neon pink.
humans stop inventing things that can't exist,
the silence broken by driving rain. organizing
power in a war without end, how do you do courage and care?
you’ve come to know me.
you’ve come to know spark and filament.
one night in San Francisco, one dance to forget.
rays stream through the cut glass. beams, a plaid heart.
D-shaped bridies are our last supper.
drifting away, I call your name but you keep drifting away.
you’ve come to know me,
as much as you can. you've come to puzzlement.
chin up cafe-au-lait birthmark knows the strawberry’s nieve
energy. skien formations, written in the sky, fall
apart in the storm. gather greatness on the bright wings
of the holy ghost cosmos. the world’s warm breast spent,
they moved towards the door as if to leave.
Archinus and Calla tear it all apart in the milkweed.
open up forsythia and acacia, and mix it up
early spring in the final days of gooseberry and currants.
generations have trod here. go look, the world is charged.
you’ve come to know me.
come to know the dance repertoire of the contemporary poet.
to know mystery and imagination go shake the firmament.
