Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly
born into color.
Do it now,
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life is a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
Your Mother and my Mother
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living
in better conditions,
for your mother and my mother
I know the Innkeeper
in this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse again tomorrow.
We’ll go speak to the friend together.
I should not make any promises right now,
but I know if you
somewhere in this world-
something good will happen.
God wants to see
more love and playfulness in your eyes
for what is your greatest witness to him.
Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb
Your heart and my heart
are very, very old
by Dorothy Walters
I think it is enough,
to go without knowing
where the end is,
what the beginning–
so long ago.
Perhaps you have friends
who can whisper
in your ear,
hear little bits of
in the laughter of children.
But mostly we just proceed ahead,
how it all started,
where it is leading,
if we are the waiting animal
or the animal’s passing
in the grass.
So you’re not gone, you’re simply taking on different forms. Instead of your gestures being the raising of an eyebrow or a blown kiss, now a gesture might consist of a rising gnat, a waving wheat stalk, and the inhaling lung of a breaching beluga whale. Your manner of expressing joy might become a seaweed sheet playing on a lapping wave, a pendulous funnel dancing from a cumulonimbus, a flapping grunion birthing, a glossy river pebble gliding around an eddy. -from “Search” in David Eagleman’s Sum
Photograph by Robert Wyald
Love One Another
Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping;
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
-Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series
Poem translated from the Georgian above…
I am the Path
You walk Upon…
I am the Air
I am the Tree
I am the Fountain
I am the silence that drowns the noise…
I am the Green, and Red, and Grey…
I am the Snow that melts,
and the White lost in shade…
I am the Woman in whom a Man lives…
I am the Leaf who flies,
and the Earth to whom we return…
I lay at your bare feet,
I want Your footprints on my heart…
I am your Pain
You walk upon me…
By Irma Gogyashvili
Try it. See taste smell feel hear intuit heart vibrate dance breathe what happens and what is happening and what happened and what will happen. This is the sound of the river, the waterfall, the breeze, the tender silence. We are related and whole.
Reborn on 09.09.09. Hello, this is Earl Kayman Naga. And so are you. We get to touch. Sorry we’ve been away for so long. Great to be back. Love being here. We reawaken our sleeping dreams. Lovely time in our editable memes. We are the multi-cellular organism and the ancient cosmic stardust and the animal symbiotic with plants and the worlds citizen and the mote of dust and the Universe. The day dream and night dream believer. Born in an ancient river far, far before the word river, in what is now known as Gorge Us, but what was then not known, Earl Kayman Naga is happy to be known again and again.