Traveler in the Unseen

Just a few petals

of sun have ignited

the pond

and already I am 

sinking in light,

an unseen light,

which is everything,

only pretending to be broken,

to be form,

to be you and I 

until the day we surge

back into shapeless,

unleashed joy that

for now is only a

honey-colored, 

rain-scented

legend on the edge

of awareness.

 

And here comes the wind

with its ghost body

splashing through

leaves and sky,

all tinsel and dizzy green. 

 

Make room for me,

romping spirit,

rinse me 

in the floating hope

that traveled all the way

from Heaven.

 

Tell me more about God . . .

 

See, the crane knows:

Without moving,

he stepped out of the

backdrop of his

shaggy world

and here he is unfolding

into a shock of 

wings and power—

what a conspiracy of beauty

and wordless understanding

I can somehow unravel . . .

 

So here is truth: 

We never left.

We never failed.

It was here all the time—

that thing we were screaming

for in the part of ourselves 

we forget is real.

 

Wandering now . . .

beyond the silence,

a stranger in all this 

knowing.

 

In the Absolute we are

the Unseen. We return

to where we began:

in the complete

and unquestioning love

that always was.

 

Patricia Joan Jones

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word_man's picture

totally awesome,the realm is

totally awesome,the realm is full of spirits


ron parrish

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Thank you for reading and

Thank you for reading and leaving such a beautiful comment.

word_man's picture

you`re welcome,,we don`t see

you`re welcome,,we don`t see as much as we do,,happy 4,th


ron parrish

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This is church for me,

This is church for me, Patricia, which is why I want a book, so I don't have to pick a favorite. I can just have them all Wink 

This stanza was so spiritual, (well, they all are), but this one took me from swimming in the flow to standing in awe...

"So here is truth:

We never left.

We never failed.

It was here all the time---

that thing we were screaming

for in the part of ourselves

we forget is real.

LOVE IT!

The focus is real!

We just forget...

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I agree, a book of Patricia's

I agree, a book of Patricia's poems would be a MAJOR event.  Then we who had early copies could sit back and watch the grad students write their dissertations on her poems.  That day is coming, so I want to get my copy on the ground floor.

 


Januarian

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Your opinion is so valuable

Your opinion is so valuable to me that I'm thrilled whenever you stop by and uplift me with your eloquence and support. I've been so busy that I keep delaying all my personal projects such as the book that is still in a hazy "someday" state, but when I do finally get it together, I will owe you a debt of of gratitude for your motivation. 

 

Many thanks for your beautiful feedback. 

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You already know the

You already know the superlatives any of your poems inspired, and no less for this one.  But what I want to point out (as I am becoming a very *amateur* scholar of your work) is that this poem defines the poetic niche you have created for yourself:  the . . .

 

honey-colored, 

rain-scented

legend on the edge

of awareness.

 

And in explicating this legend,  you explicate for us, in your beautiful, inimatable and already classic style (the PATRICIAN style) the cosmos itself.  You have written, and continue to write, a poetry that will endure long after many others' poems have been forgotten, deleted, or denied.  No one here can prove this wrong; Time, and the acclaim of present and future readers, will prove this right.


Januarian

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I truly value your

I truly value your perspectives on my work. So touched and thrilled by your in-depth understanding of vision, my purpose. Your encouragement has been crucial to my efforts, and there's no expression of gratitude towering enough to match that gift. 

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It is a privilege to watch,

It is a privilege to watch, and read, a MAJOR POET assembling a TREMENDOUS POETRY, poem by poem.  All of my college reading, in Stevens, Eliot and others, was meant, I now realize, to prepare me for this in this last segment of my life.  Just as I have lived long enough to hear that Mary Shelley was recommended by a Nobel prize scientist, I am now also seeing the accumulation of a body of work unprecedented at postpoems---but definitely precedented by the greatest poets of the Western Canon.  "Traveller in the Unseen" will instruct your readers about your poems, like Stevens' poems, "Someone Puts A Pineapple Together," and "The Planet on the Table."  Or like lovely Miss Mary's introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein in which the last paragraph gives us an implicit clue to how to read the sorrows the Monster represents (as well as the dedication which we now know was bitterly sarcastic).  "Traveller in the Unseen" is one of your centerpiece poems, and it will explicate itself and your other poems, those posted and those to be posted, to all those who will accept your greatness. 


Januarian

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If that's not motivation and

If that's not motivation and encouragement, I don't know what is. My heartfelt gratitude for all your advice and unwavering support. It has kept me plowing through the wilderness of self-doubt and malaise, and always reaching higher. God bless you, fine poet.