When a thing appears as a degree of intensity, we have nothing else
than the existence of the thing in a world.
Time gripped me first, held me
tightly, then tumbled me
across Space. Time was just
a smoky haze, circulating
around everything. Space was
a viscous vortex, spinning
in a tight circle, like a mountain
drilling itself into a planet.
Suddenly, the spinning stopped,
and Space stretched out, stretched
before me, behind me, above and below
me... And Time was everywhere
For ages I was part of every-
thing. My face was morning light.
My eyes were the last stars to fade,
and the first to ignite. My torso
was a hill thrust against the bank
of a swift-flowing river. My brain
was the motion of river currents.
My sex, still a mystery to me, was
the sap rushing up the tree trunk,
along the branches, and permeating
the leaves which stiffen in green health.
My heart was the growth of sweet flowers.
But how these things became
me is a story hidden from me.
I dimly recall my soul being
placed near my heart. The weight
of it made me stumble. I fell
into black loam. I recovered
my strength, heaved myself up,
and stood poised and tall. I've
grown accustomed to that soul-
weight. Gradually, I sensed
the luster it spread through
my body... It is not a brightness
like day. It is nothing like a sun-
rise flooding a deep valley. It is
the brightest shadow, it is the dark-
est light... My soul led me
to this world made for me. and I
for it. My walks are frequent now.
I traipse across my world and enter
other worlds. I have met and claimed
six others as my friends. We talk
for hours as the sun slants toward
its night realm. I stay the night
in my friends' world. We never
argue, we love and laugh together.
But can it be some peril stalks us?
As I was walking along my familiar
path, I suddenly felt dizzy and pitched
forward. Rocks smashed my head. For
an hour I was without awareness. It was
not like sleep. It was a blankness.
When I awoke, I carried within
my soul fear of that place. It was
terrifying to be NOTHING again...
If I sleep, truly sleep, will I
dream the whole of it again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem