Magic Mind

Old wizard, what a [[joy]] it is
to [[wander]] with you
on this windless wild day,
your seven sermons singing
a [[simple]] insight into the nature
of synchronicity:
what stitches mind and matter
together is nothing
but the well-tuned [[self]],
laughing at its stretched [[shadow]],
surely aware and uncertain.

I know you knew it,
that you looked into
this funny little loop
and felt its depths,
wondering at how Wolfgang
proved exclusion was the only [[way]]
to weave together atom and archetype;
all in preparation to go
beyond both
to an abode of neither cause nor effect,
two bow lengths away
from the brightest ground of our Being.

Traces

• Septem sermones