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The Time Lapse of Pollen and Ash

The Time Lapse of Pollen and Ash

The Time Lapse of Pollen and Ash

 

I'm wearing the
soft, frayed cloak
of Judas today.
 
His presence as unexpected
as the peace he exudes.
 
Its warmth reaching those places,
as his threads intertwine mine,
hard places left out in the cold
frame of who I thought I was,
and was to become.
 
Places that have held my self
back from a peace which passeth
all understanding, though Judas
seems to understand.
 
Places harboring
condemnation of dyed-
in-the-wool storylines that
had their cursive wrapped round
my head so tightly I could not abide
any arc that would supersede their outcome—
which I assured myself would be grand, in the end,
would forge a kingdom, a new realm, where I,
so like he, I imagine, would bask
in the reflection of this
and its glory—
 
not quite.
 
Not then, not now.
 
Not as I have come
see outcomes through his
and my heart's eyes.
 
For I, like he, will be a part of what shall
arise as glorious, in spite of the dense shadows
of narrow perspective echoing the temple
chambers of collective psyche, of self-
aggrandized ends hidden in adipose
molt of millennia, the strata of untold
bones—of struggle, down-fall, exile,
betrayals of a love greater than I,
we, could grasp, my own
persecution of my lack
of understanding,
 
of acceptance
 
of this
purgatory
of abeyance.
 
And my role in it.
 
Such dark wandering
in search of a torch I had not
recognized as the ember
glowing within me.
 
Potter's Field, so operative in his time,
so co-operative in the story of redemption,
now guides me, some 2000 years later—
the price one pays for allowing oneself to
be excised from the life and purpose of
our birth: to wit, George Bailey of the
christ mass film, It's A Wonderful life.
 
[ : birth : death : resurrection : ]
 
He gets to see what would come
of a world without his unique
being and seeding: a land
where love and harmony
and wellbeing live and
breathe uninjured by
the hand of greed,
its serial neglect,
its incessant taking
no matter its plenty.
 
His grandiose ideas of
the purpose of his life—
charting worlds, erecting
castles in the sky, far from
his place of birth—was, instead,
to be exactly who he was,
exactly where and
as he was.
 
No, not a king, but
a pivot round which
the kingdom of his
small town flourished
in homes he designs
—at his own personal cost—
for all, rather than consign those of meager
earnings and "other" social standing
to be housed in the "slums"
of Potter's Field.
 
A name that's come
to describe, sadly,
"paupers" graves,
housing what
remains of
the indigent,
the friendless,
the outcast—drawing
from Judas's posthumous
"blood money" purchase of said
land, then a source of potter's clay,
upon which he would end his life
—at that time, in that role.
 
Much comes of our
living on purpose,
our singular purpose,
even if it requires
losing our way, even
if our choices yield failure,
difficulty, hardship, enmity.
 
Even unspeakable suffering.
 
Yes, I know, it goes against
the grain of what we deem
proper and palatable,
even possible.
 
And we foment only
more war by holding
this ground when
we can find new
ground to roam
—far from the
struggle and
strife, blame,
vengeance
to which
we've
grown
too well
adjusted.
 
Of which
Jiddu Krishnamurti,
sage, philosopher says:
"It is no measure of health
to be well adjusted to a
profoundly sick society."
 
Forgiving ourselves
for we know not
what we do
as a rule.
 
There are few,
if any,
exceptions.
 
The scope of our
lives is far grander
than our vision is able
to see in its certainties,
blind spots and false fronts,
its barred windows, halls of mirrors,
its neat narratives and concrete angles
—a life forged of uncertainty,
the fertile ground out of
which much comes.
 
Much has, will come,
for the promise made is
the promise of the red bud
bearing its blooms in spring—
regardless of what has hung
from its ancient and storied
limbs: reviled, rebuked,
damned for all time.
 
It is resurrection of all
that lives through the apparent
death, the bereft barrenness, the
frozen monochromes, the deep,
deep sleep of winter.
 
It is not reserved for saints
and masters, "saviors,"
but for all who draw
breath, even Judas.
 
No matter the storms.
 
This is the living, breathing
promise: life everlasting
made manifest in the
brilliant hues of
the rainbow
painting faces,
branches, fins, pelts,
fields raising tender
grasses, blossoming
trees and hearts beating
songs of love in concert
—reflecting, refracting
the many rays of
this one
light.
 
There is no greater
testament, to my mind,
heart and soul, of the un-
conditional love of christ
consciousness Jesus bore in
his human flesh than to uplift
his beloved friend and brother,
Judas: "Friend, do quickly what
you must"; that is, to assure his
betrayal and brutal death
(in the canonized telling)
in order to serve the
ever greater good
of humankind.
 
Which will serve, in turn,
in the grand unknowable, unfathomable
scheme of timelessness,
the greatest good
of all life living
mother earth.
 
And, I dare say, life far
beyond her radiant blue
greening span.
 
No matter what.
 
As Martin Luther King
made timeless the insight
of an 1852 Unitarian sermon:
the arc of the moral universe
is long, but it bends
toward justice."
 
So, too, Gaia's clock reads cycles,
the geomantic language of
spiraling as the milk
of her galaxy, like
those nearby,
read and
write
on the
heavens.
 
The weed that
breaks apart
concrete, turns
it into something else,
eventually: a sacred ruin,
a relic, a talisman, a tiny piece
of silvery sand that will become
a pearl in the healing belly
of an oyster.
 
At this time of Eostre,
of Earth Day,
let us become the
living changing we wish
to see in our world
ever forming, as
we see in the
trees, the
shores,
 
the smile
that sparks
another's smile.
 
Forgiving everything
that hurts, harms, heals—
most uncritically ourselves
for the incomprehensible part
we play in the greatest
story ever telling
its truth: life.
 
The source
of which
is love.
 
This is the peace,
the peace of an exile
that passes timelines
and storylines to meet
me, here—just as I am,
with understanding,
brotherhood, love.
 
Namaste, dear brother.
Rest Live in peace.
 
"Forgiveness is the fragrance
the violet sheds on the heel
that has crushed it."
—Mark Twain
 

∞|∞

Eve Moore ©2025


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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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