This is not widely known

From the tilt of any axis at all,
to earth spin and myriad star shine,
no matter the where and when of it
and the changing of water to wine,
the way of spirit to consciousness
is a foregone evolving conclusion.
This is not widely known.

No more forgotten than pretense forgets,
or the puppeteer, or le cirque du soleil
at its height, a skilled acrobat leaps
from swing to swing. The two are one.
The eagle plunges, silent and sure.
Consciousness moves in silence.
This is not widely known.

The Bengal tiger stalks prey in the jungle.
Music rises world over in celebration.
The cobra slithers, slides and strikes.
Sucking the breast, infants feed and live.
All sleep in time and timelessness.
Wakeful, all work for the ineffable.
This is not widely known.

Something subtends tomorrow today,
gives birth to life’s endless renewal,
pauses, plays a peek-a-boo game.
But time comes focusing on root change,
following the line of the golden thread,
and suffers the knotted I to be forever cut.
This is not widely known.

No one thinks selves are nonessential.
“Toves a-gyre and gimble in the wabes,”¹
but life leads everyone a merry chase
looking for full consciousness
to banish worldwide ignorance
in knowledge-by-identity.
This is not widely known.

Soul speech creates a continuum
with Wordsworth’s “field of daffodils,”
and Keats’ “unravished bride of quietness.”
But love, the key to humankind,
drives it to its infinite self
and to soul in reality.
This is not widely known.