Epiphany Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Today crickets sing a symphony.
Leafy canopies speak to me of symmetry.
Rice stands tall and ripe in infinite lines,
The minutia of stalks and seed
Bleeding into broad mats of green.

Water flows freely, serenely,
Teeming with life which forever treads,
Fighting the currents to preserve the illusion
That it is staying in one place.

I walk through this mosaic of life and earth,
Water and air, sound and scent
And I see no separateness.
There are no lines, no boundaries,
No rigid differences in Nature.

It is the artist’s eye which imposes structure.
It is the writer’s mind which delineates character.
It is our senses which select but some phenomena,
From the overwhelming sensual assault of the whole.

The creator takes what attracts her and leaves the rest.
Telling herself that it is her purpose to rearrange reality
In a way that brings the eternal truths she views into focus
But it is the clarity of her lens that determines her works’ worth.

I know that my personal perspective is narrow.
I know that my prejudices cloud my lens
I know that I cannot reflect true beauty
Until I remove the obstacle of myself.

And so I pray and wait for the moments
When “I” disappear and all becomes clear.