inspired by Wallace Stevens and Nicole McRory
I.
Among our infinite imaginings,
the only living thing
is the mind of the Goddess.
II.
She is of endless song
like the forest of a tree
in which every leaf is singing.
III.
The Goddess balances on the cusp of our dream—
in one eye, a melting sun, in one eye, a harvest moon.
IV.
A woman and a man
are one.
A woman and a man and the Goddess
are one.
V.
I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of longing her
or the beauty of believing in her,
the Goddess born in the mind
or the song borne on the air.
VI.
Visions spit across our willful, worldly eyes
cackling the indecipherable noise.
The shadows of the Goddess song
cross us, to and fro.
The throat
traces its desire
in the strains to be heard.
VII.
O skybound children
Why do you conjure such differing deities?
Do you not see how the Goddess
kisses the earth with your footsteps
and her heartbeat echoes in your voices?
VIII.
I know divine inflections
and glorious innumerable invocations
but I know too
that the Goddess is involved
in what I know.
IX.
When the Goddess climbs into the sun
It merely marks the passage
of one of many circles.
X.
At the sight of the Goddess
shimmering in the full fire of her song
even the imperious intellects
will shiver, and grow curious.
XI.
She stretches across a cerulean sky
lit by the clarity
of one intention and one breath
yoked in her heart.
She gives us the ecstatic pose of life.
XII.
The mind is moving.
This is the Goddess in flight.
The mind is perfectly still.
This is the Goddess at rest, dreaming.
XIII
The morning blazes even into the late afternoon
and in the evening, the Goddess gathers
all the light back into her heart.
She sits in the cradle of the dark approach
unraveling the world back to the sweet notes of her evensong.
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