During
the green spring
All
is riot and buzz and sex
Green
erupting through the was into between was and will
And
the things which are only-are are unseen now.
While
the things which can-be-are
(and
might not-be-are also of course)
Are
immediate within the watery drippy wet earthbreath
(which
rises too through many nows billowing in this cooling now into great
heaping now and will-be skywater clouds)
and
is suspirance of soft pasture where
can-be-ares do togethering so spacetime gets felt by bodies.
Many
things reveal themselves for they are for now, and the paying attention happens
a lot now because spacetime greens and grows, which green togetheredness
greening bodies offer.
Against
the young spring leaves (more togetherness offering virdant spacetime) there is
the light
Which
speaks to bodied things of feelings bodies call colors (feelings which are
togethered are-ings doing their togetheredness now and giving up
themselves to others everywhere, colors being a chorus of emotion)
Many
reds and yellows oranges dappling by wind and air and togetherednesses mixing
motions…
Ah,
yes – motion
That’s
the paying attention, the taker of all giving ups so much that bodied
intelligent are-ings say unmoved when really how silly to think taking
everything is unmoving.
Taking
everything catches the dying and keeps them all as fast as possible theologian
Einstein tells
(which
bodies call tryingly spacetime-universe-filled-with-objects)
and
the manyness into a universe filled with time becomes becomes becomes.
Slow
motion is for bodied are-ings like leaves and wind and air and people
who,
payed attention to and taken, take paying attention also and over and over
again
so
the paying attention is not a gift but is eternal promise of being something.
Now the wind moves and the
leaves quiver and the people dance
taking
each other, closer to taking everything in their motion
and
how beautiful are the many populated bodies (which bend motion not this
‘space’)
We
all do it, this making of time and taking paying attention to slip between the
was and the will.
That’s
the good news of being,
(especially
in springtime) this everpresent redemption
built
right into each now like pi in a circle.