Evanescent Images

you were up there with them flying as one of them 

the wind speaks to me:

   sit on the rock beside the lake
   it’s early in the morning
   the fog hasn’t lifted yet
   your work of making pictures of birds
   is finished for today
   you were up there with them
   flying as one of them
   you felt it
   you were part of it
   transcendent
   you lived in my embrace
   outside of yourself
   you can’t think of any reason
   to go back to the earth

the birds were my hopes
my visions of beauty, my ideals
I captured images of evanescent angels
whose flight trails were rainbows
then as suddenly as the sound of their wings
I lost them
I can’t find them any more
I don’t try any more

the wind knows
the wind commands me

   how you long to keep the rapture!
   there is only one way
   you must do this:
   touch the very still water
   early in the morning
   when the lake is misty and wondrous
   when the air is cool and sweet
   touch the water
   leave your body here
   fall back thousands of years to simplicity
   leave it and fall back
   touch the water so gently
   stir it slowly
   fall into simplicity
   fall, and as you do
   watch a woman’s face take form in the ripples
   her face is luminous, it is real
   she calls to you
   she wants you to come back to her
   thousands of years ago
   when you were both innocent
   when the air was clean and sweet smelling
   listen to her
   she wants you to return to her time
   go to her now
   touch the water
   touch her image
   move closer to it
   don’t be afraid
   fall back
   touch it
   enter it

   BECOME
    
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“The world is continually proclaiming these words: Beware, I am evanescent, and so are all my outward appearances and colours. Take ye heed of the changes and chances contrived within me and be ye roused from your slumber. Nevertheless there is no discerning eye to see, nor is there a hearing ear to hearken.” — Bahá’u’lláh

This poem is important to me because it explains my image making process which is essentially a transcendental feeling. Read more at: http://www.enochsvision.com/writing_toc.html

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