For the 69 Cerne to CERN pilgrims, the stay at home pilgrims and our friends in Damanhur
Wide open heart, cracks wider, further, more
your lush expanse green mountain shores
overtake us, fully.
We become in this process, this again and again
merger with spirits, with small beings, with Gods, some assigned human at birth.
Learning those coming togethers, a flow motion,
69 mirrors, reflecting ourselves. A bus of fools particles
in shared waves of emotion
follow the clues, be like water, dance
in astonished surprise!
You see the light, in the eye? Each time
it blinks you disappear
to that gnosis feather tickle, that Great GNothing
that doesn’t exist, that is all
that is. The love growing, building in our dandelion hearts, in seeing
community of others like us – dream it, be it – in creation of a
being to make love to the everynothing, ebb
and flow, dance and oscillating power
sparks, energy tunnels up and out. Eris invited
to the party, her maypole dress rotates, green grass vision
of light, delightful play space of
vibrating particles before my eyes, waves,
dark matter. Beneath the earth, the treasure.
Finding each other in the crisp morning light,
from first foot on giant’s hill, climbing, singing,
being, the never knowing, the never why,
the ever flowing, oh my! my! my!
Learning new ways to be and become, jokes and
expression, fake teeth, toothy gums. Bright
brilliant sunlight, deep tunnels of gold. Growing and
Gknowing, new world from the old. Tree and branch,
reverse out of time, Merlin in us, seeds scatter divine
mysteries, possibilities, first fluttery wings. Whatever this is,
as it begins, inside us, unfurling, to reach out to others:
The end a beginning,
we make our way home: in each step, in each beam, in each breath
we make art, we make war, we make it,
how we don’t know,
if we did we couldn’t do it.
Step up and into each piece
between the viaducts of your dream
ferns, those spirals unfurl, the expanding tendrils of
a new world.