The Immanent Transcendence

I am a part of everything
But everything transcends me.
In one fell swoop
The immanent is transcendent
and the transcendent, immanent.


Gathering Sparks of Light (poem)

I’ve used to share my poetry on The Blackbird’s Perch,  but I think I shall put that blog into retiring, but keeping it for posterity, and any poetry that arises I shall share here in the new category of ‘poetry’. Here’s one from this weekend.

Gathering Sparks of Light
In the darkness
sparks of light
in need of liberation.
I cannot find them
by avoiding the dark.
I can but face and enter
their dark abode.
I gather them together
Into new constellations
Enriching the who of my being.