There is a way of seeing the world different than all the ingenious imaginings that indigenous intellectuals see.
So totally different,
And yet not other.
Different than this world constructed from opaque notions,
Yet somehow more than just a world of wondrous poetical wondering searching for a theme.
The such and so of the poet's soulful wanderings.
Yet about which there can be nothing to say,
Because there is truth beyond the intelligible,
Which this epiphany of naturings subsumes,
That is not seen,
For there is nothing to see beyond.
So much so,
Poets fret over the workings of this world,
As if their interior paramour is not the full presence of the truth.
So an alien world perhaps,
Different,
Yet well-grounded,
Not some Elysium place,
Grounded upon the necessity of eternal naturings that only some seem to notice to be so,
And nothing more.
Others hold to spontaneous incarnations,
Uncaused stops and starts,
Something from nothing.
Virgin births that are logically consistent with an untrained mind's fantasies,
Perhaps randomly caused.
This other way of seeing,
Not real until encountered fully in the visceral fullness of noticing,
The rest not noticing that they are noticing not.
But rather,
As early morning mist rises to blanket still waters,
That from which it arises,
The poet's poetical wondering blankets their stillness,
From which all for them arises.
This eternal,
Nascent naturings is not noticed.
In its full potential,
Not seen,
The view being constrained by intellectual limitations,
Not seen,
Yet implicated by its absence.
Not seen,
For senses see not what is not there to see.
Vision sees what eyes cannot see,
Unconstrained by the equipment deployed.
Vision being the veritable all-seeing that sees what eyes see not.
Vision being what is noticing fully,
It is not a tool of the poet any more than words are,
The poet being simply the tool.
And this is the terrible truth of one who speaks of what is real and what is not.
To understand this is to envision the world as the true poet,
As she is,
Creative founder of the edifice,
And what is missing from what is not.
