BLOOD TO INK
dynamis, the word, a feminine Greek noun for force or power reminds me of that enlivener leading the mind’s heart to god…that is,
Think of it, that moment; Anima Mundi connecting to Great Spirit, that mysterious phrase referencing the totality encompassing
both conscious and unconscious knowing.
What of it?
Think of it; on the one hand, the world’s psyche & pneuma, on the other hand, spirit & cosmos the former, a voluptuous
rounding expanse, the latter
This is our spiralic gesture, a centerlessly centered dynamic level. What
Wonder do I if a mysterious unknowable beyond conscious & unconscious knowing—god
(the one who is the other of two)
may hear this weeping in our vale
listening behind (or down in and through)
our own conscious ear
May this uncommon sense for the totality of god awaken god to how earth suffers.
A sensing of this quality of omniscience my poor movements may not muster but my heart, my heart to this mystery awakens, too.
And, I can imagine how moved is god when god looks round upon us this deserted and weeping. I meditate then
what likeness is the like in which god shall next take form? Pray what, at the moment of its incarnation here, such totality in god Xpressed
may mean to our world soul—a psyche
of god at work
whose likeness imitates everywhere
a psyche of cosmos.
©2016 Tweeting Graffito stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
[gr uh- fee-toh] NOUN [PLURAL GRAF·FI·TI]
In archaeology, an ancient drawing or writing scratched on a wall or other surface.
 The original line using the word “television” being quoted in the opening line of the poem first appears in a poem, ‘What Else Can We Do?” by Ric Scow Williams. This poem is sent to me in an email dated July 10, 2016 at 1:51pm