As we examine a two dimensional
artifact of experience,
searching for an interpretation
within the confines of reason,
we use finite words
of a language
in which, like any map,
the living territory
so often gets lost.
At times we pause,
we wrestle with essence,
that ineffable moving verb
unfolding on so many planes
simultaneously,
addressed in different voices,
observed through different eyes,
remembered through so many imaginings,
and sometimes tangential associations
asking "it" to move predictably,
conform to a single perspective
we hold dear from another time.
But in fact, now, the most intimate spatial relationships
are voluminously endless
and overflowing
with wild poetry
the mystery
of the waters
of life...
And so, just maybe, with a soft focus
we can perceive its newborn gentle timbre,
the earth rising through our bones,
our own hearts rising up
with unimagined shimmering frequencies.
As here, on our island,
from our shared
rectangular outlines
we speak and listen
to a collective
multifaceted metamorphic imagination,
a sounding sea,
wind
over water
unfolding.
—Lorena
