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Details: Saturday, 11 February 2023; Written by Eve Moore

a be sees

“The dream of my life is to lie down

by a slow river and stare at the light

in trees — to learn something by

being nothing.” —Mary Oliver

Pondering form,

I happen on a tree

felled long ago.

Wind.

Lightning.

Infestation.

Something caused it to fall

onto the forest floor under

which it had been

deeply rooted.

Unfathomably

integrated.

Feeding hosts of living

things, above and below

the earth’s mantle.

Not least,

human

kind.

Now its integration

takes a new form:

disintegration.

Still feeding the earth,

but now in the form of

the slow dismantling

of its previous

arrangement.

Decomposing

it recomposes

its life-giving.

Becoming a substrate

upon which much

depends.

Fungi, insects, molds, mosses,

invertebrates — hosts of

microscopic myriads

that live on it.

With it.

Because

of it.

Brought into being by

forces of nature that are

not in competition

— far from it.

The highest most

complex collaboration

is ever at work

in service

of life.

Complements

in concert.

It is how growth grows.

How expansion

ranges.

How evolution

pirouettes.

And learning

plays hide

and seek

with seeing.

Every encounter involving

having to interact, exchange, make

space, allowance, for something

new to find a place in the

synaptic jungle of

sentience.

Of being.

Solid is what

we are here

to dissolve.

The notion of it, the

illusion of it, the

trap of it.

No such thing.

All teems.

Atomic and subatomically,

not to mention biologically,

geologically… .

And never mind the metaphysics,

and the arrays of physics,

quanta, examining

what here is,

and isn’t.

As far as we can see.

Tectonic plates ever in motion.

As our earth spins round

her roiling center.

Her core a sun, too.

Generating currents

of all manner

of fluid.

The tides of

breath, just

one of the

many.

There is an inherent

coming together in

the coming apart.

[For there is no

such thing as

separation.]

Of masses, pressures,

differences in structure

and density, of color,

temper and kind.

Give and take.

To “cleave” is

both and.

ABCs require

the rest of the

alphabet to

speak.

A disordering

of its order that

benefacts

order.

In essence.

It is all here

showing us,

teaching us

eternity.

A miracle of

symbiosis, chemistry.

Alchemy.

Enormity

populating

the head

of a pin.

Life force energy is all,

that can neither be

created nor

destroyed.

Like magic,

it merely

changes

form.

Everything

always becoming

nothing in

particular.

Other

than

alive.

Making art

of time and

space.

For now,

I find myself

under wintered boughs

of white pine, birch, hemlock

beside a river

that sings

along.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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—Jimi Hendrix

This poem/prose was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.

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