Shining Mt. Waldorf School 999 Violet Ave. Boulder, 80304

 

 

 

Octaemeron

In the image,
the image witnessed us made six,
first the division of things, then adorned we appeared.
A day knowing, a day authored in reflection,
held up to God by God – my image, yes -

and became us allowed on the eighth day then
(high beings mud beings) to create from spirit
as such:

the dark line
God drew – there - began our creation,
became our spirits allowed to fashion life about the earth and sky,
thundering about the formed waters,
mingling with God’s work this
done in the creator-image,
by the green garden and under the tree

we were shown and bestowed this dark line from which poured
our jewels and husbandry from which flew our impulse in screaming forms and iced permanence eating God’s worlds and searing the six days with
our whim God’s world shuttering under the power of our creation like shadow our young visions, intention so young only -
we brought forth
forgetting nothing,

not forgetting what we made
or our visions.
This day was a known abomination, and revocation seemed like home.

Ending the day we
felt this, God’s day, the eighth day

chained to our flesh. Then the eighth day instead
became us through our hands –
the untamed unharnessed, the overripe overfull yielded
to our bodies, our leaden spirit homes –
         our bodies held this creation
         in desire -
our bodies yearning
to create in the image.
In the Image.