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A Coat of Many Colours.
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| 1. The palm-tree's spiky shadow the draped sun-lit sheet. I'm waiting for the traveller, Joseph in transit. In the Land of the Dead as Pharaoh's dishwasher my thinking. Joseph chewed thoughts bread taken for granted able to swallow reflections of many colours. The traveller my thinking the draped sun-lit sheet Joseph the palm-tree. 2. Sun-flowers and zig-zags without a pattern though. Joseph the evening breeze dispersing the drudgery of Pharaoh's kitchen. And the awaited traveller, my thinking, cast into the pit without water came one step closer Pharaoh. 3. Without any question of return accentuated lying in the green bewitched by Joseph's changing colours. Cause for concern that utilitarian ethic disguised by Pharaoh's command. What are we if no more than Pharaoh's breathing? And the law of required change, the awaited traveller, unfolding out of inner demand. - Joseph. 4. Storm clouds into each other though not oppressive their secret. thought dispersing the Land of the Dead, and intuition a controlled adventure. Clouded the day no word was uttered, the day Joseph was stripped of the dogma: a gesture the pit without water pressing time into hopeless sequence. Joseph the prisoner. 5. Orpheus singing Apollo's fateful night throwing discus into the year's ending: the sign of Pisces nurtures the flowering lilac for dying Hyacinthus. Into the sign of the Ram that god's cry, and the fate of grief confounded by limits. The ageing father of twelve sons holds the mangled coat not believing. A play each role predestined. Joseph uninterpreted transforming. 6. Whispers and echoes sound the thoughts of a solitary man pushing silence into submission tortured by gravity and self-deceit. Joseph the pit without water. The solitary man passes each day a year's likeness colourless each season, but looking up the daily changing blue the womb of all stars. Joseph the moon. 7. The clouds too heavy passing observation wind-flooded thinking unerringly incisive fanciful and extreme. Joseph the crystal-like tear of unannounced weeping. And here, where is the calling living the life of a hundred souls, short-glimmer, down-flowing? Feeling is not a question of how deep. Joseph, from the pit of his own making, pressed into stillness. And the clouds dispersing: Joseph the would-have-been. 8. A transparent shadow, so fragile, fallen with the Tower of Babel. Before its collapse a spider's web suspended between heaven and earth irregular in the extreme spun from our being (if once to stop and survey like some god were to become the collapse of that enterprise). And rising from the pit came Orpheus who turning impatiently to look at Eurydice lost the thread. She, clad in pink, opened remained and would always become a transparent shadow, a rose so fragile. 9. And suddenly its evening strenuous this gold fading. Joseph the growing tiredness of shadows. And suddenly it was evening sounding Joseph's aloofness recalling image upon image of a flowering knowing the music doomed. And suddenly it had become evening. Joseph standing by the Great River saw Pharaoh's reflection the shadow of his dreaming the orphan of my thinking. 10. Everything had changed noticeably not too different waiting for the phrase to rise in terror. Joseph the language of constant beginning "I am" neither in challenge nor resignation. Joseph's self-extending condition not how far outward, but where to find the sleepless poetry. And angels weaving a silver veil of Joseph. 11. Reason enough, Joseph's struggle. Who could have foreseen, looking back, that Joseph would unravel purest reason; suicidal seed. If the fruit tree seemed too heavy, it only reflected the gravity of his crime. Magical "the coat of many colours" a rainbow the unconscious flowering into almost knowledge. Joseph dissolving. 12. Joseph the sensitivity the here once. Joseph the silence beyond the many colours transforming forever the love, the feeling. And if there had been no essential thing in all that interdependence it would not have been enough to experience life just in reverence to the essential thing (that usurping absolute, and we the causal universe). But then - not enough to say "I am" just for the saying. Joseph the spirit of many colours knowing the sensitive will inherit. |
The Traveller
Joseph and Pharaoh
Pharaoh and Joseph
The Prisoner
The Discus Thrower
Sisyphus
Wind Dance
The Thinking Ones
Shadow Dance
Weaving Dance
The Unravelled One
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