Saturday, June 19, 2010

the underneath

below what we think we are
we are something else,
we are almost anything


pivotal core of the soul, heavier than iron
so ponderously central;
heavier and hotter than anything known:

and also alone
and yet
reeling with connection
spinning with the heaviness of balance
and flowing invisibly, gasping
towards the breathing stars and the central of all sunniness


out of the soul's middle to the middle-most sun, way-off or in every atom...

d.h. lawrence