Breaking A Glass Mirror.

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Breaking A Glass Mirror

Light took me for a walk this morning.

Light opened its path in me

and I became just the walking of God.

A being that was also my dog

and every jot and tittle,

every particle and space

as light walking as me.

It is a lovely day, but in truth

I cannot say how lovely

it became for me,

for you see, all I remember of that walk

around a lake this morning

is the light and the way,

it passed through me

and shone out of all things,

and all things were alive

and that life was mine

as Light walked me in the morning.

Now I must piece together this walk

with globs of mind glue

and scraps of artificial memory

just to tell of it,

just to relate it, as if

I had observed it from a position of looking

instead of a state of being.

As if I had been just a man walking

around a pretty lake on a lovely morning.

There were grebes dancing on the water

multicolored flashes of grace,

and gliding swans arching their necks

gloriously translucent as opaque glass

blown from my own breath.

The trees were a vibrant green

as they praised the sky

and every leaf and bud stood out crystal clear

radiantly manifest from deep silence.

And the sky! How to tell of the sky?

And the water what can be said of the water?

How both shimmered in each other like silver wings

that were soul feathers fluttering apart

then pressing close to together

like prayers making sound from loves mouth.

There were people walking also

people so clarified by beauty

that I could see through their forms

clean through to paradise,

a paradise that was none other than

our gestures moving as one flowing river

waving into existence.

Yet all this recounting is just my talk.

My talking now

and this now, is paradise lost.

For my mind came back

to whir like a bee caught in a jar again,

and what I can say now

is that I came back from my walk in light

and went to the city

in my car, it was hot and noisy

and I became stuck in a traffic jam

and the fool behind my wheel

began to misbehave and rage

as if he were a bee angrily stuck in a glass prison.

And I am no longer just God walking

but a struggle and a loss

resisting the light again.

Yet I have to tell you.

O yes, I must tell you,

that this morning

I was an open spell of magical timelessness.

I was God walking in light.

I had lost my mind and found I had no care for it.

I became what I am

and returned to what I am not.

The journey back was bothersome

but the journey there was instant.

I know that the possibility of this being

is only a moment away from now

and so I must tell you,

that it is only a moment away from you to.

As easy as putting one foot in front of an other

without thought.

As easy as breaking a glass mirror.

love

eric

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