While Stirring to Bloom
Because of nothingness, we desire to bloom. after Clayton Eshleman
One hand beckons, the other withholds. We stay in balance by not straying too far out of bounds. Do we bloom on this familiar ground where grass in passageways is trodden down? Empty space pulses with photons inclined to carry light, yet we’re dragged toward planetary masses where density encumbers. While stirring to bloom, probe for stillness at the root of motion, a vacuum that laps light in Doors flung open, residuals float away plunge into liminal where emergence startles Receptive to nutrient needs, sense air exchange from green to sanguine lives share the manna of compassion Be as one among many becomings
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Title text is from Clayton Eshleman, Penetralia (120).