BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO






PALIMPSEST I

11-17-97


In all the known universe, the earth, the sky and the clouds, the stars and infinite space,
if
you look you will find the intricacy of Indra's Net, each pearl reflecting the whole where
you point
whether it be casually or with infinite precision, O, Devayani if you point
left, my dear,
or to the blackest hole in the sky, to the midnight of worlds beyond
and you point right,
do you think you can, even if you point to the past, deep into light,
O, Devayani --
do you think even then you can find one node, different, or
if you point up
the discrepancy of space of time, of forever
and down low
do you think you will find nothing or,
you will
with luck and devotion,
find
more than the galaxies
you are
huddling beneath, whirling round as
the center
and they spin each around you? The galaxies
of the turning,
churning, shooting, falling, rising, orbiting, thundering,
changing universe.
All time is motion, all time is space, all matter is motion, time and space.
Devayani --
Where will you find anything that does not change and move and revolve if you
look into
the structures of leaves, the running of veins, the pumping of the blood --
your soul.
You laugh and you cry and you feel the weight of gravity, levity.
You
seek like the curious fox, and the timid bird, you plan and
will find
both nomads, hibernators, eagles and mice who know
nothing but
the soaring, the consciousness of infinite space,
infinite spheres,
gyrating, within the celestial eliptic.
O, Devayani --
charming the tiniests quark,
change, mutation,
their on-going origins, patterns, repetitions
of moods and
amazing beginnings and triumphant ends that come with
pulses
beating in time with the bliss, the harmony, the music of the falling stars
of
the infinte capacity to be where there might be love, or there might be light for
the heart.








Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




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The Cattle Have Diamond Bones

Feeding Frenzy

From The Jocasta Poems #15, Blindness

From The Jocasta Poems #16, Death

George Coluzzi

India

I Am Innuit

McDonald Observatory

Palimpsest I, Sphere

Ryoangi

Tibetan Chronicle

The Woman Who Had No Necklaces





BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context