ROBIN DUNCAN MATTHEWS

MEDITATION

 

Imagine a disco ball with many surfaces. A light shines on the disco ball as it spins. Met Khidr. Nothing is real and everything is real. Without grammar, on the surfaces of the ball, the light would be unbearable and for safety unseeable. Every tangent surface orders the light, directs, organizes and interprets. The source of the light is not the light nor is it separate from the light. Reflections of the light are not the light. And there are infinitely many worlds. The disco ball is a hypersphere. Every surface a reflection. Every view of what is, is legitimate. None better than the other, said Eliot, I’m  told in his unfinished thesis, a view not favoured by Popes.

 

imagine nothing.

un-conceive it

before and after

be-coming and be-going

misterinallbeyondallknowall

from backhouse street

misterwaveshelloto

misterdhat

before the beginning and after the end

light and not the light.

let us say is

the worlds spacetime

warrior

more the merrier

spirit heart and soul

secret most secret

andmoisesoldpalego

mister multi-universe

forking

creatun(cle)conscious

faces on the cakewalkdisco ball

 

 

meditation prayer

or contemplation

same thing.

reflection of the self or the not self

nothing again

always returning

butnotmisterchikhaibaackhousebum

    beatthebardodrum

    boomlay boomlay boomlay bomb

    VA

   CHEL

   LINDSEYS

    roaring rag time backhousestreetdrum

    caughtchikhai

    gloved it.

 

chikhai chonyid sidpa beatnick

chants misteresskurtz about the barzhak boys

shining in the disco sphere

 

 

 

the disco hypersphere

infinite faces.

tangents in the limit

observed

they

evaporate

with a wave

into thintall silk hats

 

harry khidr

mistergreenonentitity

no gongs for harry

what does he care

not less than everything.

and less than nothing

harry

voodoo angel

more than angel

khidr

or less

harrysilkdhatlight

source oflight

neither and both.

polyphonic mayhemdin

always return

to where we began

knowing then if we knew

what we looked for

then the journeysunecessary

open the can maaaaan

and leave it charleyshut

marcostaffs

drummer dog

whateverisconceivableisornot

pick supper fakes

opens the can

with

neither attachment nor detachment

nor indifference.

nayherfaith norun belief,

nor whatshitsfacebetween.

howdifferent from indifference

openthecaaan

says harry soandnotso

from gatesh ead

 

harry atheblackstone

methimin the stands

groupies atthe disco hall

a follower

moses cannot follow him

butlittlebackhousebumcan

from

slum

softhetown

 

 

on meditation

thatsall

 

the rest harry willtell

is merelyseafarely

technique

 

mister empathico

amothers imago

conceivable and inconceivable

poserpruneur

gnutki

parallax voyeurses

between sleep and waking

where the dancer is the dance

the knower the known