Blind to the World of Spirit

I wrote this poem early this morning. I wanted to post it quickly before having the chance to revise or disavow it.

Blind to the world of spirit

Only with eyes closed

Can the map's contours

Be discerned

How energy flows up

And out through

The crown of the head

Always rising and yet

Maintaining its own

Steady state

To know spirit

Is to know flesh and

Its dielectric constant

The permittivity of the possible

That love in every breath is

Made visible however

Limited in extent

In the chill morning air

Extension Cord by Brad Melamed

I love this image that my friend Brad Melamed posted to FB today.  This is part of recent series of work in which Brad has been exploring the connection between his hands and the rest of the world.  It seems like such a perfect drawing to accompany this poem - the permittivity of the possible - the idea could be more perfectly or cogently conveyed!