Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Owen Barfield poem

What is the sound of light?
The relative speed of thought?
How to measure synaptic delay
Sensation and cognition
The curve of the energy
And what happens in the gaps?

What is the sound of light?
The relative speed of thought?
How to measure the curve of the Universe?
The vaulting arc of expansion and spirit?

The great cosmos an interior vector
A point and direction deep in the soul
Be still, turn inward, and ride the arc up
Listen to the speed of the spirit
And feel the sound of light

After all, we are stewards not kings
Because though we naturally
Must possess all things
For anything to be
Only an eye single to darkness
Caught up in the roaring
Of data and stress
Could finally fail to see
That the world is not me

You can take nothing
There is only giving
No annihilation possible
There is only living

If only seeing is believing
Then night must surely fall
Alone in the dregs of grieving
We swallow it all

Lost on the edge of space
Loneliness says to face
Okay, I see it your way
Let’s turn this awful night to day

What is the sound of light?
The relative speed of thought?
The only measure
A deep buried treasure
Is caught up in song inside
We cannot stand above it
At last we must just love it
And go along for the ride

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