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Mollusk Morphogenesis

Category: Eve Moore Saturday, 31 October 2020 Written by Eve Moore Views: 176071

Mollusk Morphogenesis

There is a film that has

changed my two-legged

life with such gentle beauty,

I’m made into a creature

I didn’t know existed.

Busy being the human

having a spiritual journey,

the energy having a material journey,

I realize I've spent an inordinate

amount of lifetime scrutinizing

my every move in my

space suit of flesh.

So caught up in

not being what I thought

I was supposed to be in

any given moment, I was

missing the moment

of being what I am.

Formless.

Like you.

Buying into the envelope

we are sealed into at birth

in this earth life as the me I see,

I could not see—rather than

conceptualize—see that I was

not that which housed me.

My Octopus Teacher

showed me that my form

is just a container. One of so

marvelous a many. A sweater

knit from my imagining what

being knit would feel like.

What being a latitude

in an east to west world

would feel like.

What being hung

on a hanger of bone

would feel like.

A vertebrate's spine

puts me upright when

I choose to stand, propelled

when I choose to run, supine

when I seek to lie.

In another spinal life

I've been a great blue whale,

ruddering my backbone to range

the wide blue depths of this blue dot

coloring the ranging heavens.

Untold other lives,

in other stages of life,

I’ve lived as an

invertebrate

lives.

All life that is

earth life starts

invertebrately, if

unmemorably,

I dare say.

This life has led me

to see myself outside

of my self, so oft

imperceptibly.

Seeing the cast rather than

the clay, the liminal hiding the

ephemeral, the ineffable,

not just in my form,

but my behavior.

In my preferences.

My attachments.

My judgments.

My disbeliefs

cloaked in their

greasepaint of

superimposed

limits, patterns.

In my addiction

to seeing myself as I

am seen—whether by

my unseeing eyes

or yours.

To seeing my

definition wherever

I looked rather than

that which it

defines.

This octopus, and

the man who came to

see her beyond the form

that defined her, to love her

within the form that defined her,

opened my eyes to seeing

myself for the first time.

Through her marvelous

eyes, her marvelous form,

I am transformed into

any shape, color,

pattern I choose

to express

through me,

as me.

Indistinguishable

from the choice that

chooses deep

within me

responding

effortlessly to

my surroundings

rather than seeking

to shift the shape

of them.

Funny that it’s taken

half a century to recognize

that I, too, have this

invertebrate power

to see, to be,

whatever

I wish.

Evince.

Just

that.

Like she.

Like he who

saw her being

who she is—now

horned, now a wheel,

now a ball of seabed bits—

and inexplicably fell

in love with that

at first sight.

A strange

and wonderful

form of love.

Showing me,

teaching me how to

fall in love with the strange

and wonderful form

of love that

I am

I am.

(I highly recommend this brilliant film currently streaming on Netflix; a documentary that is a love story, that is a primer on “the other,” even and especially when that other is our very own self. Never more instructive nor prescient than now. A gift you'll give yourself and the whole wide worlds.

∞/∞

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.

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix

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