Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Staring into the eyes of God
By Marya Zilberberg
Tonight I stared into the eyes of God.
They were seven, three men and four women,
Dancing, on a stage made of water,
In the woods, at sunset.
They were two butterflies, a dragonfly,
Three birds, five trees, mountains and dirt.
They were sounds and rhythm,
Waves floating on air.
They were touch on my body,
Breath in my lungs,
Blood in my veins,
Marrow in my bones.
They were molecules of air and
Atoms of carbon and oxygen
Coalescing into
The Universe, singing the song
Of creation, breathing life into my mouth,
Splashing color in my eyes,
Plugging in, the electricity of my brain
Flowing across my synapses
To stare into the eyes of God.
Marya’s poem Killing Time appeared at vox poetica in May.
Beautiful picture you have painted here.
This sounds like a magical, natural setting for welcoming the return of the sun and celebrating another year. It reminds me of a passage from Thich Nhat Hanh (Jesus and Buddha as Brothers) where he talks about 2 aspects of spiritual living (I’m not good at the names, Dharmaxxxxx and Sxxxxxxxxxxx) where one is the material essence of the world and the other is the way we act, the idea being, as I understand it, that to know God you have to know the natural world; that you do not know the Creator without knowing (loving) Creation.
It is good to see your writing here, Marya. Happy new year.