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Counterparts: the Gnosis of Density

Details: Wednesday, 21 December 2022; Written by Eve Moore; Views: 2252

Counterparts: the Gnosis of Density

Morphic resonance: a paranormal influence

by which a pattern of events or behavior can facilitate

subsequent occurrences of similar patterns.

I just came across the word density

a moment ago, and for the first time,

really, saw ‘destiny' in its letters.

Perhaps you’ve noticed this.

I’d made the connection before,

but not with quite the same

orchestral score.

Not with the whoosh of WOW

that this noticing served up,

batons twirling.

Instead of letting my mind take it

in hand and make quick work of

its Rubik’s cube order, I let

my imagination pull it into

a shimmering cerulean

grotto to play with its

sea horses, its sun

fish, leatherbacks,

cuddles and

anemones.

Its mermaids

and mermen.

An axis, so like that

of the earth’s, appeared

in the blue murmurs

of crystalline

current.

It showed its ‘ends,'

one a shining glimpse

of horizon, the other a

solid footing, filled with

iron, thronged by

matter, shot

with flame.

Like the baton, it spun.

Neither end was able to

be seen, just a sort of

propeller revolving,

its glimmers held

in the spot of

my gaze.

This, it showed,

is the bit that is written

in this anagram from

inner space.

There is only a circle

at the heart of the

spiral. One end

never meeting

the other, but

never apart

from it either.

Equal and

opposite.

Action and

re: action.

Cause

and

effect.

Winter : summer.

Logic, yes.

And elastic.

Fantastic.

Infinitely connected.

Ever expanding.

Forces

acting in

pairs.

Complements.

Contrast so oft

conferring clarity —

as above, so

below.

1 + 1 = much.

Beyond digits.

Beyond calculus.

Beyond reason.

50 trillion cells in the

human body, each

one comprised of

100 trillion atoms

constantly

emerging

collapsing

as the field

that is the field

we each/all are

distinct and

at one.

Coal is

diamond

as acorn

is oak as

magic is

to matter,

miracle.

No out there,

only here.

Mystery

wrapped in

riddles of flesh, scales,

bark, rock, star,

dust.

I wriggle my toes.

Crane my neck.

Set my cap to

this sight.

Now playing

in the aquamarines

of my grotto.

Do you see

what I see?

“…And the slow

difficulty

of remembering

how everything

is born from

an opposite

and miraculous

otherness. …”

—David Whyte, from

’The Winter of Listening’

In Essentials, 2020

∞/∞

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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