NAMING
THE EARTH- for Jay Ramsay
And the world
- will be
born again
- in circles
of steaming breath
- and beams
of light
- as each
one of us directs
- our inner
eye
- upon its
name.
Hear the cry of wings
- the sigh
of leaves and grass.
- Smell the
new
- sweet mist
rising
- as the
pathway is cleared at last.
Stones stand ready -
- they have
known
- since ages
and ages ago
- that they
were not alone.
- Water
carries the planet’s energy
- into skies
and down
- to earth
and bones.
The cold parts steadily
- as we come
together,
- bodies and
hearts warm,
- hands
tingling.
- We are
silent
- but our
eyes are singing.
We look, we feel, we know
- we trust
each other’s souls
- we have no
need to speak.
- Not now,
- but later,
when the time is right,
- the name
will ring
- within the
iron core
- of each
other’s listening
- and the
very earth’s being.
Every
creature,
- every
plant, will hear it calling -
- tolling
like a bell,
- a sound
we’ve always felt
- but never
dared to hope
- to hear
reverberating -
- true, at
last, at every level
- of
existence.
The poets come together
- to open
the intimate center.
- Believe
- in life
and air -
- breathe
the light itself
- for these
- are the
energies and rhythms
- that we
need
- to see
- to touch,
to reach,
- to
identify
- to say
- the NAME.
Colours on your skin
- fuse and
dissolve -
- leave the
river clean
- for pure
space and time
- to enter
and flow in.
- We all
become
- one fluid
stream
- of
stillness and motion,
- of flaring
thought
- pulses
discovering
- weird
pools and twists within
- where
darkness hides
- from the
flames in our eyes
- but will
not snare us.
We probe deeper still
- journeying
towards a unity
- which will
be
- more RAW
and yet also
- more
formed
- than
anything spoken
- or written
before.
Our fragile bodies
- fall away
- and the
trees
- and the
roots of trees
- guide us -
- lead us
away
- from the
faces
- we
remember
- seeing
each day
- in the
mirror -
- into an
ocean
- of dreams
- seething
with warmth,
- love,
- where the
beginning
- is REAL,
- ripe,
- evolving.
And the world
is born again
- in
circles of steaming breath
- and
beams of light.
An ache -
- a signal -
- a
trembling moment -
- the time
is right
- to say the
name.
We
sing as one whole
- voice of
the universal
- all the
words, the names
- of every
tiny thirsting thing
- and they
ring
- out
together as one
- sound
- one energy
- one sense
- one
vibration
- one
breath.
- And the
world listens,
- beats,
shines, glows -
- is
- Exists!
Jay
PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN
PADDINGTON INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL
2001 ANTHOLOGY
