February: Year-day 50

 
                                        
                                        
February: Year-day 50

D. H. Lawrence knew it: (there is no "I");
and Buddha.  Yet jailed Christianity
has led me otherwise; now Robert Bly
corrects that through his Leaping Poetry.

So the "I" then is physically three:
the reptile brain, which fear of death turns high;
the mammal brain, which foetal sittings free
then pass; and the new brain, which lights the sky.

Out of black comes white; out of white comes black;
out of both, or neither, the bows of dew.

As we find ourselves going back and back
let us also grow delightfullly new.

Cold, warmth, light: to survive; to make love, whack;
to spirit.  Learn each.  Let the last imbue.

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