Posted by Andrew Kerr . Published on 01 June 2009
All is riot and buzz and sex
During the green spring
Green erupting through the was into between was and will
And the things which are only-are are unseen now.
While the things which can-be-are
(and might not-be-are also of course)
Are immediate within the watery drippy wet earthbreath
(which rises too through many nows billowing in this cooling now into great heaping now and will-be skywater clouds)
and is suspirance of soft pasture where can-be-ares do togethering so spacetime gets felt by bodies.
Many things reveal themselves for they are for now, and the paying attention happens a lot now because spacetime greens and grows, which green togetheredness greening bodies offer.
Against the young spring leaves (more togetherness offering virdant spacetime) there is the light
Which speaks to bodied things of feelings bodies call colors (feelings which are togethered are-ings doing their togetheredness now and giving up themselves to others everywhere, colors being a chorus of emotion)
Many reds and yellows oranges dappling by wind and air and togetherednesses mixing motions…
Ah, yes – motion
That’s the paying attention, the taker of all giving ups so much that bodied intelligent are-ings say unmoved when really how silly to think taking everything is unmoving.
Taking everything catches the dying and keeps them all as fast as possible theologian Einstein tells
(which bodies call tryingly spacetime-universe-filled-with-objects)
and the manyness into a universe filled with time becomes becomes becomes.
Slow motion is for bodied are-ings like leaves and wind and air and people
who, payed attention to and taken, take paying attention also and over and over again
so the paying attention is not a gift but is eternal promise of being something.
Now the wind moves and the leaves quiver and the people dance
taking each other, closer to taking everything in their motion
and how beautiful are the many populated bodies (which bend motion not this ‘space’)
We all do it, this making of time and taking paying attention to slip between the was and the will.
That’s the good news of being,
(especially in springtime) this everpresent redemption
built right into each now like pi in a circle.