Palinode (birds)
Simplicity, as in the cloaca. One aperture for all: eggs,
urine, sperm, feces. The majority of birds copulate
by joining the openings of their cloacae (most male
birds lack penises). Nothing is for nothing.
Nothing is for nothing, but the ache of emptiness
bestows its own reward. That movement from outer
world to inner, to anima, to breath, to flight,
approaching heaven. Birds know the way.
Knowing the way, birds express our envy of the
boundless, testament to the unity of earth and sky,
instinct’s voice. We see feathers not as epidermal
outgrowths, but as emblems of what we forever seek.
As emblems of what we seek, crows exploit man’s
folly, exposing hidden truths. Thought and memory
recede, leaving us foundered. Altered consciousness,
flight, the space to believe, simplicity’s forms in one.
“Palinode (birds)” first appeared in slightly different form in Otoliths in fall 2016.
Maybe this explains my feather collection (added to regularly, seldom thinned): feathers as emblems of what I seek (but cannot articulate!)
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Ah, hope is the thing with feathers…
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Interesting writing. Nothing and not a thing are both negation, not denial. The universe begins with nothing and ends in nothing. Nothing is perhaps better English, but Zen is more felt in not a thing,until the mind moves.
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That is an interesting, and oh so true, distinction!
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