Meditations on the Vishuddha Chakra
Meditations on the Vishuddha Chakra 3 Easy Nabokov was four, I think, and at some summer dacha when he watched a drop of water roll down a green leaf’s vein and dangle from its tip for hours – eons even – the watching his initiation into woods – I mean worlds, of course – I once knew well. I’ve learned not to share the memory of time slowed down – so many have forgotten – nor the way the veil would slip when I was young. Long hours of doing nothing made such revelation easy – almost easy – but nothing is something I have forgotten how to do. Nothing is made shy by my desire. Cardinal call, a naked back, the shock of January air – I attach myself to these and everything and everything calls me Easy. Like “Lo-li-ta,” the syllables of my name roll down the tongue and hang there waiting for you and you and you to drink them in, but nothing does. Nothing is that easy. Sherry Robbins, from Pilgrimage
Sherry Robbins 