Tetragrammaton

Tetragrammaton

I'm memorizing the big poem, which is called Still Possible.

It's a good dozen pages long.

It's still possible to feel your body as fully here and fully you, but not quite your own.

To find you can live both entirely as yourself

and in the lovely anonymous multitude of elements around you.

So that's the phrase, yeah,

that you can live both entirely as yourself

and in the lovely anonymous multitude of elements around you,

that you've always been a brother and sister to the clouds

beyond the window, or have lived your secret unspoken marriage with the pale blue sky,

for more years than you could ever remember, and that you have always been proud to be,

through all your difficulties, a loyal companion and friend to the foaming tide, coming and going,

appearing and disappearing with you and for you, day after day, on the ceaseless shore.

So there you've got all of those companions that we've co-evolved with.

We've co-evolved with the blue of the sky as an ally to our happiness,

actually, to mountain air, to the aromas of the earth and the ground, and to the way the light

changes in the sky, to the proximity of other human beings that we love. we're surrounded at all times by various visible

and invisible spectra of belonging.

A lovely, anonymous multitude of elements around us.

The poem actually starts with the most difficult possibility of all, still possible.

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