Those Who Dance Are Considered Insane by Those Who Can’t Hear the Music

Friedrich Nietzsche

Painting by Sergio Martinez

i burn sage to quieten my mind,
as the exhausted words scratch
the sweetness of this mellow hiatus
before they call me insane again.

What i was yesterday
sleeps restlessly among the herbs
which were gathered to cure blindness
as this music plays and i dance with Nietzsche.
The smell pierces me,
i bleed poetry:
magic starts with emotion.

The time is meek
and meek is what is to come.
Here only the infinite
“me bigger than i am.”

Stars are multiplied in constellations,
Neptune comes out of the sea,
Orion throws his arrow at me,
hurting me, hunting what i already
miss because it can’t be possessed.

In nothingness,
i see everything
and i - this immense nothing,
this immeasurable immaculate vacuum
is the impermanent sea encircling the world,
is the undisturbed vapor of the sage dancing
in the sky immersed in inexplicable plenitude.


Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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