Radiohead
we were
driving fast and driving hard
in the SUV rented through a discount service,
800 for 3 weeks unlimited mileage,
we put the miles like easy water on the way out
to LA, day two the girl, just 18, sitting beside me
with a peanutbutterjelly sandwich listening to KidA,
i am floating past the mountains on an exhalation
of everything in its right place in its right place
in its right place
Whenever
dharma declines and the purpose of life is forgotten, I manifest myself
on earth. I am born in every age to protect the good, to destroy evil,
and to re-establish dharma. —Bhagavad Gita 4: 7-8
camping
out 10000 feet above sea level
the canyon grander that i had imagined
and radiohead again, morningbell
and once again everything in its right place
the air at 4 AM is icecold, lungs struggling
with altitude and beauty, i have no words
S(h)e
who knows me as her own divine Self breaks through the belief that she
is the body and is not reborn as a separate creature. Such a one is
united with me. Delivered from selfish attachment, fear, and anger,
filled with me, surrendering themselves to me, purified in the fire
of my being, many have reached the state of unity in me. —Bhagavad
Gita 4: 9-10
shafts
of music in dawn's precarious light
ascending through the crevices of rock
windscoured passages and below the colorado
slithering through,
The
impermanent has no reality; reality lies in the eternal. Those who have
seen the boundary between these two have attained the end of all knowledge.
—Bhagavad Gita 2: 16-18
my spirit
slithers through a beam of lavender
music everything in its right place in its right
place, i am circling the mountain on the wings
of a black condor in its right place in its right
place, i who dwell in the secret place of the most
high in her right place in her right place
the body 53 the spirit endless powerful
minuscule immense in its right place in its right
place,
I am
fulfilled.
The
elements of nature,
The body and the senses,
What are they to me?
Or
the mind?
What
is emptiness or despair?
—Ashtavakra
Gita 20: 1
on the
way back my youngest son
is driving, we are cruising Angelfire
in New Mexico, we are humming
radiohead eyes wet soulhearts somehow
atune in its right place in its right place
for me not weed not heroin not booze
a strand of music penetrating wrinkles hair
a melancholia in the marrow of the bone
but this is good, this grief a smile a breaking
heart but this is good in its right place in its right
place
If
the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will
be enough. —Meister Eckhart
Copyright © 2003 Silvia Brandon Pérez