There was a moment that never was before, never will be again, it could only be experienced once… You might look back on its disappearing but memorable vicinity here… a luminous reflection off a vision of light …
A simple moment’s notice…cannot be contained…eyes cherish, heart opens…all feelings wash and merge together…
“The humble moment, when seen as time, space, and knowledge, is a target worth aiming at. It’s the vital center of the universe; if we hit it, we explode everything that prevents fulfillment, attaining everything that fulfills.†Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche, ‘Inside Knowledge‘ p.67
THE MORNING ME POEM
by Ken Mckeon
Golden flowers, morning light, and the sky,
For the first time in weeks, bluer than blue,
As I am, a baseless true blue blue,
A doubled up blue, a three scoop blue
Balanced on a flimsy ice cream cone,
Bound by a round design,
A well tensioned thin all crusty
Sugared up sweet batter baked somehow
From sky wide open mouth
To a one point finely finite tapered close,
I’ll say I am the well splintered me,
The whole me, the nothing but
Infantilized dungeon ready me,
O my, the weakling multiplied
Strong as all get out, the broad
Shake a leg centipede drum head
Tulip farmed acreage tightly
Buttoned up sun spread ease of me,
The petal lift dawn burst break away
Lights out multiple bulb flash all in
Dazzle pointed each nano second here,
Well hairdo’ed and done and gone so quickly me,
It’s hard to say I was ever here at all.
Rinpoche offers this possibility… a way past the dilemma of seeking space and making it an object, which loses that very space…