Sometimes a felt-sense of that “something more” emerges in consciousness with a ring of clarity–then fades just as quickly. Sometimes if we are quick or lucky or persistent, we capture what we sensed in a word or image, a poem or song.
What we capture is always an echo of what we’re trying to get at, a finger pointing to the moon, not the thing itself.
The following poem is trying to capture that “something more.” I titled it “entelechy” which is a philosophical term that denotes both the perfect essence of an object or person, and that which propels it toward self-fulfillment. This is the closest I could come in finding a word to capture what I was after.
I am spare
I am clean uncluttered space
I am a fine line curving inward and out
I am a high sweet note wrung from the still air
I am a cup of cool water drawn from the clear stream
I am bone bleached and bare, tossed upon a windswept shore
Taste and see
I am spare
In some ways, this poem is like a prayer. When I am confused, or out of sorts, or besides myself, I turn to it to remind me of that something more or something deeper that I am at heart. Meditating upon these images brings me home to myself.
I am not sure if the poem will mean anything to anyone but me, but I wanted to share it here.
The artwork by Sohan Qadri that precedes these words captures for me, so beautifully, that same essence. I wrote another post about his artwork and what it means to me here.