Part 2: of sand

testimony // lesson

Everything was everything. I remember. As I say now I remember. I remember everything was everything. That is fading. Now it is like. As I say now is like. That is to resemble. Something I have learned. As I say now to learn. That is to change. I have come out of an endless room. It has ended, or the end of it has come. We walk. It is familiar. What is this that holds us up?

This is our feet. One foot. Two feet.

I have found my feet. And below that?

The earth.

I lift it and it falls, the earth, also moving, in the air.

This is sand.

Everything was everything and the everything was sand. We were one dimension that we could not refuse, like sand, and also singing. And sleeping. Now I have learned, and everything is learning.

 

                                  This is sand
                                  I hold in my hand.
                                  This is the sand
                                  and
                                  this is my hand.

 

testimony // lesson

… like seeing like things the same. But I am spinning. Is the earth spinning? Will it hold us up?

You have fallen. Don't be afraid. We say to stumble.

I see a darkness. It has returned.

You are looking at the sky.

I come from there.

It is only a cloud.

What was was only singing, as I have heard you say, song of praise. The sand rejoices at my stumbling.

We were walking. You placed your feet out of order. Give me your hand. This is ordinary.

                                  This is the sand.
                                  This is my hand.
                                  My hand is not sand.
                                  The sand is not my hand.
                                  They are two.

                                  This is the sand.
                                  This is the rain.
                                  The sand and the rain are not the same.
                                  They are different.
                                  They are two.

 

of sand

seeds are invisible

sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness

until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken

 

Almost midnight. “Good night.” “Good night.”
I close the heavy door behind me.
The black courtyard smells of water: it has been raining.
What were we talking about?

 

 

play at being

of the uprooting

one dimension we could
not                   refuse

we are

testimony // lesson

The darkness has swallowed us. I am lost.

             The wind has blown sand in your eyes, that's all.

I am not strong.

             Don't be afraid. We can wash our eyes with water.

This is how it happens. I am a body. I am bowed down to the sand. I am a soul, as I have heard you say, soul. But you. You are always more than me, more than everything. I am bowed down to you forever.

            No.

It is you I have come from.

            No. I am ordinary.

And everything is forgetting.

                                      This is sand
                                      I see with my eyes.
                                      Sand has two bodies.
                                      One far and wide,
                                      the other tiny.
                                      Give it a name.
                                      Grain.

 

 

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