{"id":4472,"date":"2023-06-22T23:04:03","date_gmt":"2023-06-23T06:04:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fifthpress.org\/?p=4472"},"modified":"2023-07-07T21:51:18","modified_gmt":"2023-07-07T21:51:18","slug":"le-dimensioni-della-consapevolezza-poesia-di-keith-buzzell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/le-dimensioni-della-consapevolezza-poesia-di-keith-buzzell\/","title":{"rendered":"‘Le dimensioni della consapevolezza’ – Poesia di Keith Buzzell"},"content":{"rendered":"

Click here<\/a> to see the Handwritten poem (pdf file) or read the transcription below:<\/p>\n

The Dimensions of Awareness<\/h1>\n

It is night,
\nDense cumulus nearly fill the sky
\ncreating irregular mobile patches of starlight
\nThe light is inconstant, being scintillating interludes
\nscattered among the barely discernable clouds
\nEach tiny, blinking patch appears, to an obsessive
\nso evanescent and changeable as to be inconsequential,
\nAnd yet, being light, it draws the observer again and again
\nto its unpatterned \u2018presence\u2019, its unique and uncaused appearance
\nSo faint and brief that nothing is illuminated by it
\nyet so insistent in its sparkling that it invites notice.<\/p>\n

How far has it travelled to reach the observer\u2019s eye?
\nWhat event is its source? And what does it mean?
\nAnd where does it go to once within the eye of the observer?<\/p>\n

The scudding clouds escape to the East and in their wake
\ngreat myriads of stars track their departure and expand
\nto inhabit the night sky.
\nWhat appeared as tiny iridescent formless patches reveals itself
\nin a splendrous panorama to be an uncountable array of
\ntroubling points, hinting at vaporous forms, as the eye
\nfollows a broad, medium band stretching from horizon to horizon.<\/p>\n

How and why so many?
\nSome seem so faint, so barely discernible
\nwhile others, still \u2018pointed\u2019 shine with trembling brilliance
\nCaptured by means of his discovery, our observer only slowly
\nbecomes aware that the etched outlines nearby. and even
\nthe luminous surface of the distant lake, stand out in
\nslightly sharper relief.
\nAt first he reasons, \u2018It is only time and adjustment\u2019, and<\/p>\n

and returns to search for his skyward companion.
\nFinding it and feeling once again that indefinable connectedness
\nhe muses, \u2018 Even the sky seems more luminous!\u2019<\/p>\n

This shared quality of trees and lake, and the sky itself
\nnudges a possibility into the periphery of his mind –
\nof other companions, of other constants-of-light,
\nHe begins his scan upward – to one side, circling down and turns
\nThere!!
\nA crescent moon has risen behind him,
\nbarely a quarter of its roundness displayed in solid luminescence,
\ninto the faintest of encircling lines completing the lunar orb,
\nperceptively quicker in its motion across the sky, our observer\u2019s
\nnew companion appeared, almost eager to share its greatly enhanced light
\nbathing the proximate world and coaxing it to reveal its
\nshrouded details.<\/p>\n

So much to see!<\/p>\n

Bushes displaying their fragile leaves,
\nContours of rocks appearing – sharp, ovid, some with gently
\nextended shears and iridescent spicules,<\/p>\n

Trees marching away, in near chaotic patterns,
\nreaching as far as the lake\u2019s edge
\nEven the gentle motion of wavelets contouring the lake\u2019s surface.<\/p>\n

Steeped in shimmering, fluttering and statuesque \u2018new\u2019
\nworld, our observer, intoxicated yet simultaneously awed
\nby the wondrous sights,
\nweeps – because he cannot possibly digest this joyful visual assault, and
\nlaughs aloud at his ridiculous good fortune.<\/p>\n

\u2018Not only am I alone, but now, with the light seeking out
\nand filling each crevice, each cured surface<\/p>\n

and undulating motion
\nMy world is so populated with real companions
\nthat every shred of loneliness, every tendril of meaninglessness
\nhas vanished\u2019<\/p>\n

Within inexplicable gratitude welling up within him
\nour observer begins to move, to explore his new-found world
\nas he walks, magical things appear, seeming to coalesce
\nspontaneously out of the darkness.<\/p>\n

Shrubs, grass and pebbles take on form and attribute,
\nTiny rivulets of water wind their way before his wandering feet<\/p>\n

Pine boughs caress his cheek, and here and there
\nlittle creatures – some in flight, some scrambling and
\ndarting between low bushes –
\nall newly seen companies that bring delight and awe
\nto the already powerful \u2018Present\u2019.<\/p>\n

Moving slowly towards the distant lake – looking, noticing,
\ndelighting in and seeing ever new forms and patterns
\nAn instant musing, a nudging of perception, surfaces
\nas he sees through the heavily foliaged trees towards the water,<\/p>\n

\u2018Something about the leaves…. and the water…
\nwhy are they now so different?\u2019<\/p>\n

And it dawns – at first a mere impossibility,
\nthen, in a crescendo of resonant recognitions –
\n\u2018There is colour! In the leaves!! In the water!… In the sky.<\/p>\n

Slowly, with a trembling near ecstatic but hesitant expectancy,
\nour observer turns towards the impelling Source and,
\nAs his gaze travels the near – and the horizon,
\na moving spectrum of colour fills his expanding Present,
\nFrom the back-becomes – violasceous of the sky overhead, through
\nthe deep, then lighter hues of blues and even more tentative,
\nnear pastel greens and yellows,
\nhis eyes come finally to the rich, full blending of orange-red
\nlandings that fill the Eastern sky,
\nIn the periphery of his gaze lie collected the fragments of the
\nkaleidoscope of colour that this Source has imparted to his
\n\u2018near world\u2019.
\nFrom deep earth-browns and brazen reds of wings, to wavelets
\n0f turquoise tipped with slate greenish-white tassels capping the nearby marsh grass,
\nthe sumptuousness of this visible feast, and all it might
\nportend, fills and overflows the inner spaces previously
\nvacated by loneliness and welled out by gratitude.<\/p>\n

Our observer now stands silent, present to the miraculous
\nand layered unfolding of this world, from the first
\nscintillating patches of starlight to the densely textured
\n\u2018Whole\u2019 before him.<\/p>\n

With the initial burst of full radiance from the rising Sun
\nhe experience, for the first time, the real significance –
\nthe gentle et overwhelming power – of the full spectrum of Awareness<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Una poesia scritta a mano<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":101,"featured_media":52308,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4472","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/101"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4472"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4472\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/52308"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fifthpress.org\/it\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}