It seems days roll into nights too vast for winking
stars and spinning galaxies, while the wind blows as ever
and the ocean flows its indigo rhythms as time
remains this human folly we cannot bend or break;
still in one blink, gardens are created, another house
becomes home, and other urges nudge me into perceiving
an expansiveness I never thought possible in our known
physical universe;
Meanwhile, this collection of blood and bones I thought
mine alone seems a ponderous burden in these rapidly morphing
times, with changing perceptions of what is, what was, making room
for creations sprouting from seeds defying any rich soil
in which they can be nurtured;
The pigs of late — wantonly rototilling a landscape
I thought consummated — seem not vandals but messengers,
tusks of reminder that no consecration is final,
no Eden ever finished, for even the ground itself
possesses hungers, and will not let me settle
into permanence without first tearing loose my illusions
of completion until the ground rumbles, lurches, splits
apart raggedly, breaking rank, no longer formed, patterns
unrecognizable, ever shifting, with a will and volition
not mine to know;
Still another corner of awareness takes shape in a startling
configuration of its own, and I, trembling witness to this
rearrangement, sense the breath of galaxies moving
through marrow, fractures glowing with unfamiliar light,
old certainties dissolving into dust that still shimmers;
Here in the rupture, a rhythm insists itself, not the drum
I once followed, but something older, a pulse that remembers
rivers before their beds, stars before their fire, voices
before the need for names, and I lean into this uncharted expanse
not to conquer, not to bind, but to let the unmaking of me
be a vessel wide enough to hold what breaks into being.
Upolu Point, Hawaii Island ~ bj 2025
Wow!!!
Bela, Tubularsock sits in sheer wonderment of the beyond time and space feeling after reading your magnificent description of your world/universe experience.
Seems the best Tubularsock can muster is getting cereal into the bowl in the morning and washing everything down with coffee the rest of the day.
As Tubularsock ponders the vast universal landscape of “nothingness” Tubularsock can only long for the rocket ship to take Tubularsock back to his home planet.
Somehow Tubularsock bought the discount ticket with a stay over on Earth and then proceeded to misplace his ID.
Dumb Luck.
Simply LOVED your work. So wonderfully executed, thank you.
Until ………. Tube
Aww, Tube! i’ve missed your humor and wit 😉 Other than misplacing your ID (didn’t we all? at least ‘we creatives?’), I trust you are well! And one day no doubt, your return flight will magically materialize. Though, I hope, not too soon! xoxob Be well, my friend.
WordPress won’t let me comment but how wonderful to receive this in my email! Pauline
What?! Let me summarize your comment, conveyed by email … this is the first I’ve ever seen of such a thing. Sorreeee 🥹:::
Bela I don’t know how it reached me but I was delighted to receive your post in my email. I am no longer on social media and miss engaging with you. I have not written on my own blog in some time though I am being tempted to resume writing there. (interject by me: I do hope so!!) Mostly I’ve been writing poetry and belong to a small critique group. (Yay!)
I am glad to see you are settled again in Hawaii. (me too!) .
Sending you all my best wishes and blessings, dear woman! Love, Bela
Hi Bela,
Loved the verse and the accompanying photo.
What jumped out at me was the line, and I quote, “….Here in the rupture, a rhythm insists itself, not the drum I once followed, but something older, a pulse that remembers…’ Something in this line resonates and I remain unsure what that is.
Keep inspiring.
Shakti
Thanks for weighing in, Shakti. I think sometimes these things that flow through me rather than from me take even ‘me’ a little time to sort out, yet they always are potent with meaning. Blessings on your journeys! Looks like you two are networking the entire planet! 🙏♥️
I love this, Bella. I believe this to be one of your very best writes. Descriptive in a way that pulls you into all the beauty that Nature brings to our world. I’m glad to see you writing again and that you are doing better. Take great care.
Renée, thanks so much for this kind comment! I appreciate it. I have written during all of this dark time, both dark from WordPress and dark in the world, but I’ve not been motivated to share much of it. I need to share another one on a regular basis. Thanks again for your concern, and wishing you good health and the very best! 🙏♥️
Amazing contribution Bela 💐🙏💖
Mahalo, Val. 🙏♥️