P Sufenas Virius Lupus
How to understand time, eternity,
how to place a form on imagelessness,
a shape on eluder of imagination …
Time may have a beginning and end,
a head and a tail, but meanwhile,
we are caught in spiraling coils,
one much like another, familiar.
Reality may be passive, active,
energetic or torpid, productive
and creative, destructive and reductive,
begetter or nurturer, equally.
Is there a continuum amongst beings,
humans a midpoint, animals below
and divinities above, or do all stand
on the same level on earth’s orb?
A lion in raging flight against stars,
the encircling darkness so bright
the formless becomes vivid,
eternity enters into earthliness.
In one image, static in stone
or iconic rendered on flat surface,
most basic but deepest mystery embodied.