Waking in the full light of late morning
I think of symmetry
Those halves of a whole, arms or wings of a center
Castle towers to the four directions
Of a sand mandala sketched grain by grain
Path of a labyrinth
Face of a flower
That centeredness
that periphery finds
In its furthest extension outward
—Out becomes in.
How I cast myself out in confusions
Of dis-metry, unmeasured, no longer
in sacred tension
With the heart of things, the whole
How I forget and am mindless of the dance
Between spokes and axle
This fiery, hypnotically turning
Cosmic wheel.
Shiva
Dances my head to remember
Christ lays his cross down
Over the abyss to lead
Me back
Sunlight butters my eyes
To turn me, hungry, for that ever-beckoned
Homecoming.
I rise then, through the empty skeleton house
Of walls and furniture
To clear space
Sit before an altar
Tokens of the real on a table
Wooden carving of a faintly smiling buddha
Legs crossed, ears, eyes, shoulders
In all balance
But for one arm, reaching down
Symbolically touching
Earth
One gesture out of the wheel’s center
Offering the way
Back to symmetry.
3 April 2012
Cedar Wings Cottage, 2680’
Sun after Spring Storm, Moon moving toward Full
Mountaineity 