Poem about the Mother and her endless toys. Emerson, 2019

Here is a poem James wrote during the Emerson summer retreat in 2019. You can listen to James reading it on file number 11, starting exactly 02.28 and up to 03.34. https://simplybeing.co.uk/audio-records/clarity-and-equanimity/

Mother, ground, basis, source,

I remain unborn within you,

playing with all the plays within you.

 

You offer endless toys,

rising like dream gifts for me,

whom you also dream

without dreaming,

without sleeping,

being ever awake,

yet peaceful

and at ease.

 

Irrational earth soul,

protect me from

rational sky spirit.

 

Sweet mad Dionysus

keep cruel clean Apollo

from my heart.

 

Mother, these gods dance

and march within you

and falling in their battles

I forget you

and drift away within my home.

 

Forgetting you is the birth of me.

Please let me die to the thought of me,

and be unborn again in you,

free from the burden of lonely struggle

to find something to replace you

when nothing will.

 

James Low, Emerson 2019

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