Om. Van. III

‘…just this. Open out onto the [prospect of the] world, allow it in turn to caress each pore. Become antennae, a humming proprioceptor in the inter-resounding flux of an all-encompassing nervous system. Thoughts, again, returning to the supporting cast of characters that populate the stageplay of your undeniable existence; note the heartswell, that flourishing, rutilant fist, quietly closing and opening in the thorax. Sans the usual irony. Envisage sending such cynicism not only on holiday but permanent gardening leave, no longer having to grimace at such facile cliché, or worry if the allusions to dead words are well enough hidden/exposed. The icy pallor of the morning and the gloom and the mist, experiencing even these things as a blessing. Young mothers out strolling their first-borns; birds, tentatively, serenading the trees. And the cars, flashing fleetingly by, metallically reflecting the manifold pavement particulars. And this feeling become so overwhelming, cresting at such a febrile pitch, that it is almost unbearable, a glimpse which, beheld for too long, could maybe even destroy you. A line from Rilke, of course, the old habits, peccavi, only recognition of such now met with a Buddha’s serene and inscrutable smile, that “lovely halo of levity upon the lips” (La Gioconda), the rolling of eyes into the back of one’s head and a stepping off finally

                                                                          into the buzzing and flitting and rushing…’

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1 Response to Om. Van. III

  1. “If we affirm one moment, we thus affirm not only ourselves but all of existence. For nothing is self-sufficient, neither in us ourselves nor in things; and if our soul has trembled with happiness… sounded like a harp string just once, all eternity was needed to produce this one event – and in this single moment of affirmation all eternity was called good, redeemed and justified…”


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