Thursday, April 16, 2015

Saying the Unsayable

Monkpoems are expressions of a felt integrity
lying at the deep end of things, their innermost be-ing.

There, all things are apposite with their utter opposite.
This is an apperception, not a refined metaphor.

From contemplation this view rises clear, self-evident.
It can be replicated, likewise, by contemplation.

From the direct perception by persistent focus and
consistent intent, relaxed notice comes, effortlessly.

Saying this unspeakable occurrence, necessitates
an odd logic of its own, the grand gesture: {A, ~A}.

Like any software you might download from the Internet,
this gesture must be unpacked.  That begs some hermeneutic.

Which must line up with direct apperception of what is,
intuited in living waters of experience.

No thing has own self be-ing.  Each thing is, by virtue of
being related to all it is not, a rad kinship.

We can then posit this jewel, every thing is distinct
(as an individual) yet not discrete (separate).

The grand gesture points thus, the empty set of empty things, 
each thing at once at one with its radical opposite.

This poem is influenced by Harold H. Oliver, “A Theological Paradigm of Perichoresis,” in Metaphysics, Theology, & Self: Relational Essays (Macon, GA: Mercer University Press, 2006), ch. 5.

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