Meditations on the Vishuddha Chakra
Meditations on the Vishuddha Chakra 4 Trying to Be Here Now While Walking to Work at Grover Cleveland High School in January a Soliloquy If I could erase my own handwriting from the day then this branch – wet, brown – against this bit of gray sky, that wedge of brick school building, would form what alphabet of thusness I could read? Or have you written in some invisible ink behind even that physical intimacy? And if I could fly through brick and branch and air to find your word in the nothing behind them, what could I do with it but swallow, and dissolve? No, I have to walk toward the school behind my cloud of breath, impatient to be there or somewhere else so that I slip past branch, through gray, into brick, all textured with history, with mood, the translation botched again, translator herself your walking branch, your brick, your sky. Sherry Robbins, from Pilgrimage
Sherry Robbins 