Chapter I: Visions

Mary Magdalene, a disciple of the Lord:

 

She said, “I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to him, ‘Lord, I saw you in a vision.’ He answered and said to me, ‘Congratulations to you for not wavering at seeing me. For where the mind is, there is the treasure.’ I said to him, ‘Lord, how does a person who sees a vision see it? With the soul or with the spirit?’ the Savior answered, ‘The Mystic does not see with the soul or with the spirit, but with the mind which exists between these two, That is what sees the vision’” (The Gospel of Mary 7:1-6a).

How does the seer see?

Does anybody know?

The eyes of the spirit,

the eyes of the soul

or perhaps with the mind

that swings between the two.

What does the hearer hear?

Has anybody heard?

A whispering of the spirit,

the sobbings of a soul,

or perhaps with a mind

that imagines them all.

How does the empathy feel?

Does we really know?

A tremor in the spirit,

a disturbance through the soul,

or with the mind

that experiences the whole!

Who knows when IT began, perhaps IT doesn’t even know, for Time never has existed. Maybe it began in a big bang or maybe it just appeared here one glorious day. But we will never know, since we were not there before the ball started its roll. Our memories began shortly after IT happened. This is how our stories came into being.

When the past, present, and future all collapse together into a singularity, this is what is called Eternity.

Human Creation

I saw in a flash

After it ALL BEGAN

A light

An energy

Warm and pure

Love IT is

Truth IT gave

Birth to All the Universe

Life began in the Image of IT

To ITS most precious IT gave

Spirit, Mind, Soul

Just like IT

Human it was

Humanity is

We Were Born

Little silvery images

Living energy

Innocent

Intelligent

Scattering out away from IT

As they traveled

their personalities and egos grew

(bigger and bolder as time went by)

it was me i saw

one of those small bright silvery blobs

then I was back in this bag of flesh and bones

eating a sack lunch in my VW Bug

awed, spent, and full of joy

Was I gone for a million years

it must not have been more 

than the flutter of an eyelid

(Spring 1985. Willamina, Oregon ~ Noon)

{Note to a potential reader: I am trying my damndest not to editorialize between the lines, but to lay them down as I wrote them. And at this point I’m doubting whiter or not I should even share my first stuff at all. And hence, lies the intent of this exercise. Humility. But I will share the experience I had when I first composed them. It was as if these thoughts didn’t originate with me. I still have this experience from time to time. Words will come out of my pen, almost automatically written, and I’ll marvel at them. I’ve come to realize that this process is how I connect to that greater transpersonal realm that exists outside of self. This also, sometimes, happens when I perform poetry, participate (and actually engage) in the Eucharistic sacrifice, contra dance, and go to black metal shows}