Transformation within extremity

[Guest guest]

I thought of this poem by Judy Grahn when someone else posted a poem

for Vaishnavi.

It speaks to anyone going through huge challenges.

Max

 

I fell through a hole

in the eye of death;

I drew Zero's breath.

I went to where the wind lives--

I put my ear there.

I went down below.

 

The eye is a sheet of crystal

on the other side of time;

the sky is a paradigm.

I could see myself reflected

in my inner and my outer mind.

 

Deep in the eye of death

the light is never standing,

it's dancing, it's unfolding,

 

light is holding dark,

shy is holding bold,

hot shelters cold

in the partnership we have

with death that is not, is

not dying, is glowing,

is chancing.

 

I'm no longer lying

in my cave of glass, I'm rocking,

I'm shaking,

I'm expanding

 

I went all the way to Zero,

leaned in Zero's door;

and you know what lives in there?

Absolutely everything--everything at all.