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
And the Light was She
The Light was He
The Tempest in the Tea-Kettle.
The Almighty conundrum of pure
(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
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
[Followed by “The Creation of Birds,” French original.]