Hexagram 3 ("at this moment" poems)
It's all splitting open now
The mother of all is
splitting open wide
wide wider to pain
without bend
Mother and other
convulsing as one
become
Writhing,
and rabid
and rabid
for release
itself,
a flower
struck
from one root.
struck
from one root.
Art: Salvador Dali, "Birth of the New Man," from http://www.meaus.com/index.html
Comments
But I hope you're right and I think the only way to go is doing one's personal best toward being part of a species that discovers how to be in the world. The world will be OK; it's only a matter of whether we become willing to take part in the process to contribute to its momentum.
Paul ... In my best moments, I think we're flowers (so to speak) ... In my worst, I'm with you re: the "earth-pest" ... We're such contradictory creatures, aren't we ... Thank you for writing, and for your website and book!