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with love and blessings, this be

the Miranda Soliloqies, part 1 :-)

 

and the non- moral is, after you are little get big :-)

 

 

heart song,

gen

 

Miranda: (pondering what the flame is for)

the child eye, now hushed in ample down

lies as a flame

thought ready to ignite rational thought

in time.

like a flame, serving only to light

a more substantial pyre,

child eye is passing pleasure, serves

to spark ripe eyes which, gaping, fix forward, flee fancy from the other

side.

 

child eye dead? or merely converted in adult eyes which seek to know.

 

with wishing wing, child eye rushes in the hush and fall, mercurial

dream,

making makeshift playmates, madmates in the darkness, in the glint of

new rising

unknowing.

 

tiny forms and beings, states and shapes

trickle by, informing child eye's gaze.

enchanted, she decides to stay, freed from those who close the shade

against her sleep. adult eyes

thought her safe from darkening chill,

from outer rage-- from this

child eye escapes.

 

no longer fixed in frame, child eye wakes,

blinking into a garden.

lightening strikes,

and there, she kneels on dewy blades

and prays-- not to a god, not to a shape,

but to her self and to the place.

with first a jerk, and then a pull,

child eye rises, charged with wonder-snap

and sting, not feeling pain--

child eye glows

with satisfaction of the action in nonaction.

 

granted power by a cloud, child eye strives

to emulate cloud elegance: free-floating

wet and hardly nothing substance

lightness.

these pleasures do evoke her joy, but

child eye finds this state to be too high--

seeks to see

life-on-the-ground kinds of visions

that pass too far below, if cloud.

feather falling, cloud on the ground

becomes mist, fluid, solid, small frog.

delights for a time in her

croaking solidity. sticky sits

on warm surface of rock. chants frog song.

 

but too soon slithers snake with death-fang.

snake eyes side-long fix,

frog song entreats. child eye melts

into pond, leaving churning swirl on

the plane of the surface. child eye

transformed , pokes snake face over the brim, swift swims to rushy bog

haven of the edge.

 

from seeming far, dips hawk, unseen for the leaves--intent on child eye,

who,

intent on pacific being

sneaks shivering into the reeds.

self-planted, becoming the seed of a bloom, child eye

raises yellow tint face, proud daffodil shape climbs from spongy soil,

betrayed amidst lush grass,

pungent weed.

 

adult eyes nearby, rushing fast to her side--adult eyes seek to know,

but the other side evades their fast and forward search. adult eyes,

skimming the surface in stride, looms close to the crush of

child eye

in step barely missing.

a gust puffing wind urges child eye

to bend to the side, avoiding the wreck

of her delicate way of being. . .

a dream. . ..

 

child eye sought and so knows,

becomes one with the wind, blows,

knowing yet innocent blows.

 

adult eyes swift empy the room of child eye-- sweeping the dust and the

web and the dream-- raising the shade, squinting, sun-shocked, head

shaking,

not knowing unknowing. . . .

dreaming.

 

through parted spring curtain, gauze,

and very good for blowing,

child eye, in gust , comes and goes with her will, blows:

dead to adult eyes, which not knowing

only see child eye alive as a chill.

mere wind to those who seek

but never be to know.

 

--gen berlin