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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

the tear


in the corner of the bedroom is a small tear in the wallpaper.
it is begging to be torn open.

so it is with buildings and bodies and soil.
so it is with sparrows and sunlight and darkness.
so it is with poems.

is there any one thing in the world then that is real;
real independent of its begging?

even my spirit is a beggar.
even the thing that resides on the other side of my spirit
is a beggar.

10 comments:

  1. I really like how this is stripped down to the perspective of the observer, to make a convincing case that animate and inanimate objects alike are crying to be recognized. A body begging to be opened is a quite striking image in particular. This is the way of the journey, to recognition, of ultimately ourselves. But there's a twist in seeing "the thing that resides on the other side of my spirit" as a beggar too - how differentiation in a sea of undifferentiation creates its own hunger.

    I think, of course, of the mendicant, the dervish, the fakir, who all make begging the highest spiritual priority. But the practice for them is not to mirror the narrow self, but move away to the non-dualistic self through unconditional devotion, trust in God and non-attachment to the material world.

    I perceive spirit on the other side as patience to be learned, but how could I ever know what it is beyond my own perception?

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    1. william, i think that everything is leaning toward a colossal hammer, begging to be pounded wide open. everything. every body, every field, every seed, every word, every truth. what causes them to lean and beg? that truth which they represent, the one that exists beside them, that thing that they embody, whether it be god or simply energy. over and over and over again we beg for the hammer to find and fracture our forms and release us.

      i'm not sure but i think there is a way to learn what is beyond our own perception. i know, it sounds counterintuitive but i think it possible and i think it possible inside of letting go of the self, the i, the ego. inside of a willing disintigration walls are crossed and hammers fall hitting nothing...as perhaps there is nothing really to hit anyway...only the illusion of a need for release...but if we release ourselves from our egos first, then the job is already done.

      do i make any sense to you at all? will i to myself if i fall back in step and begin to use words again?

      xo
      erin

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  2. A beggar!!!!
    Yes, everything begs, opens its arteries and begs.

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    1. yes, everything opens its arteries and begs and yet our society asks everything to be closed and controlled under the guise of protection and preservation, exactly ass-backwards:) instead we should be stripping everything and blasting everything to light. we should dare to beg. we should dare to hear the beggars.

      xo
      erin

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  3. it is true - we are all beggars. we mustn't look on ourselves with contempt for our want and wretchedness, but with compassion, even tenderness, and in that spirit do our outmost to give ourselves what we so dearly need.

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    1. image this, andreas, a society of beggars, open arteries, as rosaria says, begging to be seen for what we are not, for the little that we are, loving one another, forgiving and compassionate. jesus. i want to live like this. i want this kind of world.

      we're wretched. we're small. we're scarred. we're beautiful. we're small. we're scarred. i love us like this.

      xo
      erin

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  4. It could help a homeless man with a coin and a beggar spirit with words that insuflen warmth and hope. If it were capable of transmit them and receive them the spirit capable of receive them, we would have taken a big step. The tear would be there, but maybe not progress. May my words of breath, like a knife stuck in the wall forever detain that tear.
    a big hug

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  5. oh, damaso, i urge the knot of language to reveal your true meaning.

    i do not want to detain the tear. i want us all torn open. i want IT all torn open.

    i maintain this essential question, what are we? the skin, the wall, the field is a ruse, or at least a distraction, or at least only a manifestation.

    what else?

    xo
    erin

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  6. On ose à peine entrer dans cette pièce, de peur de troubler ton intimité et puis la lecture du poème nous emporte et le tourbillon des rêves commence.

    Roger

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  7. roger, i am very pleased that you dare.

    the funny thing that happens is that you enter this room and thereby i enter yours)))

    xo
    erin

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))