
Sojourns in the Parallel
World
We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams,
concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world
devoid
of our preoccupations, free
from apprehension -- though
affected,
certainly, by our actions. A world
parallel to our own though
overlapping.
We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to
be "Nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
our
self-concerns, because we drift for a minute,
an hour even, of pure (almost
pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of
light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound
ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing
with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering
of fire to coal--then something
tethered
in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and
thistles, breaks free.
No one discovers
just where we've been, when we're
caught up again
into our own sphere (where we must
return, indeed, to
evolve our destinies)
-- but we have changed, a little.
~ Denise
Levertov ~
(Sands of the
Well)
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to save)