“There are these very high-energy cosmic rays being accelerated out there somewhere…This is literally a new way of seeing the universe.” ~ Ian Sample, The Guardian
The painting I require
will take years of disciplined practice
to emerge. Right now, though,
I’m standing on the precipice
of a new vision of reality
and no longer trust my words
are enough. My reliable camera
cannot zoom in on this one.
I have to tiptoe
so carefully on the delicate lines
stretching between us,
every word an invitation to trigger
some half-buried wound
longing to come out. And I am here
for you. I am here to the depths
of my bones for you.
Breathing with you as it emerges,
whatever it is, however it comes,
dedicated to its integrated embodiment.
My painting will reveal
the Indra’s net of our connection,
how our neurons are reflections
of the way we hold each other
like constellations blazing across the sky.
We marvel at our sudden appearances,
when all the time we’ve had
this meeting scheduled, the responsive
universe wrapped up in us all,
threading through our lives in
an intricate pattern briefly revealed
in the fulgent sky at sunset,
in the distant stars dancing behind
clouds, and I’ve got to go now
take out my paints and start
from the place in 3rd grade
where I stopped drawing
to concentrate on the words
that fail me now.