14

DEC 2016

On Energy and Spells

Posted by Sagacious Salmon | Visions

On the day of death meets life,
There is cold on this side,
And it pushes the living me away, a-sway.
That is where it opens and closes.

I banish a resentment
And my body shivers, pins-and-needles,
A swarm of wasps flying away.
This is how curses leave.
They return to their hive.

A whirlwind spins
Butterflies of wind;
Glittering gold dust;
Drops of shimmering dew;
A flickering mirage;
Into a ringing bell that resonates
With the Earth as its clapper.
May there be Peace to all the World.

A tendril reaches up
And coils another spooled root
Onto the Tree of Life.
It stays where it is born.
It is the germination of a miracle.

And always there are phantom currents
Lifting me up,
Dragging me down,
As I learn to swim them.

12

DEC 2016

Remember you are stardust

Posted by Sagacious Salmon | Poetry

Remember you are stardust
That has forgotten how to burn –
Remember how you fled the heart
Of a freckle on a galaxy’s arm?

Remember how you landed
On a drowned iron stone,
And remember how you floated
On the condensed ocean’s foam?

And then, remember,
The pain of lightning’s spark?
It quickened perpetual animation,
And evolved a beating heart.

You consumed yourself a thousands time over,
And grew from cell to beast to being.
You grew from instinctive to informed:
A mortal ego with finite, earthbound dreams.

You forgot how you used to fly
Beyond this terrestrial sphere,
Dragging skillful limbs and clever thoughts
Through a certain span of years.

You think you are humble soil
Waiting to fill awaiting grave,
But remember you are stardust
That will remember how to blaze.

3

DEC 2016

Three things to cast aside

Posted by Sagacious Salmon | Triads

Three things to cast aside: regret for the past, hopelessness for the present, and fear for the future.

29

NOV 2016

Three crucial skills

Posted by Sagacious Salmon | Triads

Three crucial skills: how to do things right, how to do the right thing, and how to discern which must be done.

22

NOV 2016

Question

Posted by Sagacious Salmon | Visions

In dreams,
I stood by the pool that existed in my inner dark.

Ageless She stood by the far side:
Dark tressed, night-eyed, fair skin luminous; and
Robe the blue hidden below blue,
And radiant with blue,
And always truest blue.

Perpetual He swam beneath the surface:
Scales silvered and pinked, clever-eyed, a light in the water; and
Full of secrets that never knew they were
Secrets and both sly and generous,
That hidden instinct.

She looked on me and
Reached from Above to pull Him,
The Id that dwelt in water,
Up into Her white hands and whispered words
(Quiet words I never heard – secrets from me)
And He squirmed and murmured
Disrespectful responses.

And so They conferred on Ego.

She met my eyes, star to iris:
“You are steeped in ennui.
Why are you steeped in ennui?”

And then only the Question was left
As They left me to ponder my unnatural stillness.

Visions of Wonder