Where Were You

Ron’s voice calls out

 

Where were you when the earth
was born? Look at the Stars, are
they not wise? Have they not danced

in the heavens from generation to
generation? Where we're you before
all things, before the emptiness of creation,

before the wind was named, and the spirit
moved across the waters? Before you first
saw and knew your own face, or your feet

and hands moving in unity with the mind,
dancing between each constellation?
Did you not see me there waiting for you

with breath held in breathlessness,
bowing graciously to the beauty and
art that is you, unknown in your knowing?

Did you see me smiling
at the loveliness of your life,
the gift that is life?

 

 

A Weaving Basket

Ambika - answers

 

How shall I answer these questions 
asked of me from
before time was measured

before language coded or censored
How shall I know wind was wind
In the now I know also this force as Vayu 
but not then not then…

How shall I know there was a time
when Earth wasn't: our Gaia
this pulsing ball of intelligence
self-creates in layers her terrible beauty 

Or that Stars are wise
they self-immolate like monks in orange
after many an eon…

How shall I know what I am
when I must find the lake
that can mirror my stillness

I am still running like crazy meteor
arcing circles of the cosmos
my feet aching to dance

 

All around me chaos of constellations
each on intersecting orbits
like balls of silk…twining around centers

You speak of my art my beauty
I hesitate for my unformed selves

unravel like balls of silk
in this shimmering cosmos

where the knitter sits smiling on a chair
in the Milky Way knitting
a green-black hat for the one I lost

You are right: my unknowing is my undoing
Or maybe my surrender…

The knitting basket is at my feet
do I dare to weave
what I am not
or do I become what I weave
a curve in your imagination…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Taoli-Ambika Talwar

Ron Starbuck