This turning back,
unfolding,
into yourself; this
opening the papyrus
uncurling the scroll
marked thick and clear
with the hieroglyphs of you.
This slow easing open
like a blossom
under a cool spring moon;
slipping gently, like liquid birdsong,
along branches thick and rich with green.
This understanding; this
coming to know.
Good one!
Thank you!
This coming to know
Yep – that moment of realisation and awareness. An epiphany of the self.
I love how that line lands on me.
Thank you, Anne!
. . . . marked thick and clear with the hieroglyphs of you.
Yes.
Thank you! I am delighted this line touched you – that makes my scurrying and worrying worthwhile, that I can transmit emotion and sensation to someone who reads my work!
Beautiful, wise, and ultimately mysterious. Intriguing and eloquent. Thank you for this.
Paul – thank you for your kind words. This opening, this unfolding, this coming to know ourselves; I’ve chased descriptions of that experience for a long time!
The language here is lovely, luminous. An excellence. Liquid birdsong!
Thank you for your kind words! I was caught with the notion of trying to describe the moment of self-knowledge. It is fluid – insubstantial – but also gloriously epiphanic. I’m not completely sure that I managed to capture the entire concept here – but I’m happy to continue to work on it and I really appreciate your feedback!
This is it! Finally understanding dawns “slipping gently, like liquid birdsong,”