Knowing what we know now. Knowing what is known. We walked through that doorway in another March, into oblivions of fog and losing our way we set up camps where we could, we began to explore. We wandered the black orchards they arranged. Searching for a few sparks to guide us. Knowing now what is known and what we know. Wandering, listening, opening inner senses to leap beyond the shadows of dying ash, false embers, narratives of mendacity. We woke in sleep, in sleeping we awoke, gathering, discarding, leaving behind, so much to be left behind. How little there was to take. Stripping ourselves bare of clinging remnants, seeing the picture clearly for the first time – in the mirror and the window. The sharing of talk, words of writing, the communion at last in the space of acknowledged truth.
Through the gate, into the haze of that March, running, tracking, the orchards of blankness, gathering the threads, weaving an understanding, over and over, watching, consuming and purging, again, again, gathering, releasing, accepting, stripping bare of the monuments of dull deception, unhuman emblems of masks hiding nothing. To appear then there for the first time, finally, fully, revealing the inner glow senses awaken, through the doorway into a place beyond shadow, we wandered and explored, found each other via word and sound, knowing now what we know and always have, to travel is to go there, past the delusions of fog, of the carapace enchaining, to trust the eyes that see within, the ears that hear the unspoken, the touch that is touched by presences of waiting, of imagination.
Seen there, being there, in a new place, having cast off the veil of illusion, standing in a vale of subsuming light, to be present for a dawn imminent, to be awake in the known in the revealed, finally, the last gate, as the fog clears, in this March, in this new moment, heavy as eagle feathers, light as the smile upon waking, in a place of inexhaustible breath of being known of walking step by step through the fire, lifted by air, to see ourselves on the Earth, holding our palms, at last, out, to drink the water the first time.
Wow! This piece is so full, deep, and a wondrous expression of all the feelings, experiences, and entrainments of the past year.
Beautiful.