I came across the book
in the corner of a second hand shop
old enough the stone step in
had a concave scallop. And then
from my home, from same
but wooden, scalloped step in
where the cat lays outside
head propped on a mossy rock
on top of the daffodils, it became
in the frosted, dimpled light
of the front door the only book
to ever and completely disappear.
And so by this disappearance
from my bookcase it has lasted
longer in my memory than other
universal exegeses. The position
was that somehow Somewhere
Something began moving around
inside Itself. A Being, yet, the author
couldn’t say, nor tell us how he knew
)but to say it came with knowing
when his body had worn through(
Something = Somewhere starting
as an arc of movement, in what
she didn’t know, but THIS arrived
back where it started, being still
where it was, and requiring more
in the momentum of the new
version, in what, it wasn’t said
formatting long durations, revolving
why, the author could not say; calling
in the hollows of itself, in the not yet
known—a second circle, not too soon
was elevated out /one spinning one way
the other over top\ in this miracle marae
and then, by their movement, made a third. I.
Here. Now. In a sequence contained. Three
beings whole. Eye, Hear, and Know.
Love the descriptions of the worn steps and sunning cat, Dean. The cosmology sounds fascinating, almost Daoist; the yin and yang pursuing each other in circular movement, and all things born at their line of intersection.
Thanks peter, and when thoughts become too convoluted there’s always a Pet’s immersion in the immediate to borrow
The book was ( I think) The Cosmic Doctrine, a ‘channelled’ work from 1909, or so…the language was remarkably contemporary, purportedly ‘written’ by a disincarnate entity who was/is a well known philosopher…whose name or gender was not given. The toyota logo, of the title, is representative of the image of these gyroscopic circles. And the I, Here, Know, Eye Hear No/Know, is my interpretation of the trinity; and of the impossibility of Language to accurately identify reality: 1st being, 1st being hearing itself ( thus ‘here-ing’, existing in a location relative to where and what it is not); and knowing it; recognition, birth of Will, nowness.
i’ve wondered about books that have ‘disappeared’ from my bookcase too, because books have gone missing and no-one who visits me would steal such a thing as a book. I’m sceptical about Magic but also sceptical about the “real world”. that last stanza is hard to understand, super involved. would you be willing to comment on this poem? want to know your thoughts