Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Cellular Level (poem by Dorothy)
The Cellular Level
“I will revel in a world
no longer particular.”
Elizabeth Spires
“Memories of the Future”
But of course, I never did.
Live in that world where
things had their own
particular name,
colors, definition.
Maybe it was because
my eyes were not sharp enough.
Things simply did not
stand out as much,
distinguish themselves
one from another.
For trees there were
pine, elm, and cotton wood.
Everything else relegated
to the compost pile
of the generic.
And as for flowers.
After daisy, rose,
hyacinth, I didn’t
even try.
Though their beautiful
faces thrilled
as I passed along.
Strangely I could
remember other things--
names of poets, forms,
cadence.
Plots and mythological beings.
General categories of
thought,
universal concepts.
Plato’s cave, the hero's journeyl.
Hybris and the fall of Oedipus,
the Goddess in her glory.
The veil of Maya and the quantum
world.
The night of Brahma,
the universe eternally reborn.
Yes, that’s it.
More and more I lost notice
of the individual,
reduced everything,
to the generality
and fundamental myth,
then to feeling,
yearning for something more,
finally the cellular level,
rapture.
Dorothy Walters
July 21, 2011
At first glance, this poem seems to have little or nothing to do with Kundalini or spiritual experience. But actually it does, for it describes one of the common aspects of awakening, when one becomes more and more focused on the interior landscape and the inner drama of the unfolding spiritual self than on the outer world of ordinary items and events.
