BATESON SYMPOSIUM
By L.B. 05/7/85
(THE PATTERN WHICH CONNECTS)
Sometimes in a
pattern
something follows something
and we
recognize it,
return to it,
and then
may know more of
what it
was.
Sometimes in a
pattern
nothing follows something
and we
miss it,
can't go back to it,
and then
may never know
what it
was.
(LINKS)
Sometimes in a
pattern
something follows nothing,
and we
are surprised,
notice the difference,
and then
are astonishingly changed by
what it
was.
Sometimes in a
pattern
nothing follows nothing
and we
are puzzled,
still quietly wondering,
and then
mystically won't know
whatever continues
to be.
(THE PROCESS WHICH CONTINUES)
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THE OPPOSITE OF BLINKING
(In response to Mary Oliver's poem)
It's been one method
I've used to discover
any number of things
similar to opening a
refrigerator door
very, very quickly
to try to
catch the darkness
before the light
comes on
quietly, meditating, pre-
meditating about
what's out there
to be perceived, savored, studied
then pouncing with my eyes
or peeking more slowly
maybe even just one eye
at a time
then gathering in the
beauty of shapes, colors,
depths, motions, rhythms,
faces, silhouettes, postures
why, sometimes one
might notice
the brass sun
the moonlight bathing landscapes
and try to eavesdrop on
pale roots, green stalks, leaves,
tassels, shucks or cobs
fulfilling their natural destinies
then observe that somehow
they accomplish this
unaided, unselfconsciously
absent any declared creed
about gravity or tropisms
having no recorded language
fearlessly just be-ing
validating Meister Eckhardt's
declaration that "Spirit
hath no use for number."
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COMMAND PERFORMANCE
When I open more significant
the closet door experience & meanings
for the to prevent them from
morning auditions interfering with social
I notice that intercourse & role
the varied responsibilities
colors & patterns keeping transactions
sing & shout out superficially safe
eagerly seeking then at day's end
to be chosen to retire without
to be the ones ovation or encore
to represent me headed for a spin
to the world in the washer/drier
temporarily having reliably kept
knowing the signals the real human world
are partial "covered".
and serve also to hide
[By L.B. 01/23/95 St. Paul, MN]
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THOUGHTS OF MY BODY
Thoughts of my body
at varied times
throughout my lifetime
have led me to:
rest an injury
sleep deeply -- or not so deeply
savor wonderfully prepared meals
work vigorously or deliberately
request medical advice
fantasize...
face decision points
walk without destination in my woods
feel shy or embarrassed
exercise a lot -- or a little
drink previously unknown concoctions
seek physical contact and affection
enjoy athletic competence
have confidence in practiced skills
clearly realize my insignificance
in the presence of mountains rivers
lakes plains oceans & storms
as reference points
in an economy of scale
be grateful for affectionate friends
acknowledge, but not fear, death
be grateful that what is as crucial
is the body of my thoughts!
[By L.B. at Snake River Cabin
Pine City, MN 01/31/93]
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lee@bajuniemi.com
Box 8194
St. Paul, MN 55108
United States
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