POEM TO REMEDIOS VARO



POEM TO REMEDIOS VARO:

VOLVER A NACER… BORN AGAIN!

At the center of her world was her

Life and at the center of her life

Her work –worlds blossoming

Manifold, unto the landscapes

Of her toil.

The light never changed.

It came from inside the

Night and manifested itself as a

Twilight that held at bay both day and

Night. These two certainties

Bracketed her horizon into a

Luminous zone of pure Awakening.

Her life was she

His love was she.

A dream within a dream of many

Journeys crossing themselves into

A single

Destiny.

And the Light was She

The Light was He

Shiva-He!

Shiva-She!

The Tempest in the Tea-Kettle.

The Almighty conundrum of pure

Faith.

(She had quite simply allowed herself

To descend to the height of pure

Automatism. Hers was not the

“automatic surrealism” of gremial affiliations,

But an honest to goodness automatism of the

Image: Iridescent emanations of the dream life

Cast in a luminescent light –the glow of elevated

Consciousness and deep intuition rooted in

The substance of our “common ground.”)

A “suffered soul” she appeared to some who knew her, a “white lily” to most, and a truly humble nature to all. Her dreams, though hers, transcended the social person while she offered to us a window onto the heightened prisms of her clever wit, diamond wit, lunar thought.

VOLVER A NACER – TO BE BORN AGAIN—portrays a lucid dream of ecstatic Awakening –

the exalted self discovers the Dream Body in the act of breaking through the evanescent wall of conditioned materiality.

The Moon reflected in the Holy Water within the golden Chalice of the Cup, is a metaphorical Body of Christ. The quarter moon but a Holy Wafer from which the starved soul has taken one great bite. And that single act of acceptance of our Immanent nature has

Instantaneously

(and Permanently)

Turned upside down the “Table of Reality”.

The Spiritual Self is now on top,

Walls peel-off from within like roses!

Those Flowers from which escapes the

Subtle fragrance of the

Immanent Self.

[Followed by “The Creation of Birds,” French original.]

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