7
Types of Bliss
--for Vivian No
fires on the forest horizon but beautiful blue smoke emanating from inside. Vibrations
at perfect complementary pitch from subatomic strings behind eyelids
to moans and screams echoing across the pine tops. 7 hands, 49 positions,
2401 ecstasies, infinite beauty & kind clear light with
generator on or off. I thought a bumblebee in flowers near the porch sounded
like a moose calling
from distant woods, we're a long way from Manhattan. Smooth strides calm intelligence
going about cabin firetower tasks, full
bookcases, those eyes, that body, those hands, that love. Rock & rolling across
the galaxy like next week we'll be 3,000 miles apart,
like neutrinos shot from the sun that will stop for nothing and no one. Like
nothing, like emptiness, like total joyous effort, like no thing known or
unknown, like the orgasmic energy of the universe is present in
every touch or stroke if only the air is clear & we are ready to receive
it & we are. In a small luminous cabin, atop North America's skull, Nose Mountain,
Alberta,
Canada.
Eliot
Katz July 2000 |