David Sparenberg is the author of Confronting the Crisis. He has been a staff writer at OVI magazine for several years and has dozens of published contributions. OVI is an online daily with editors in London, Stockholm, and Helsinki. He has four ebooks published by OVI Books.
Recent publications have also been with COUNTERCURRENTS, also an online ezine, out of India and with MYTHIC CIRCLE, The Mythopoeic Society, USA. In former years he garnered between two and three hundred publications in various genres in more than 100 international print periodicals and journals. These have included placements with SHAMAN’S DRUM, Matthew Fox’s CREATION SPIRITUALITY Magazine, THE TRUMPETER, a Journal of Ecosophy, British Columbia, Canada, STORYTELLING, National Storytelling Association, Selena Fox’s CIRCLE Magazine, DREAMNETWORK JOURNAL, where he was a contributing and book review editor with nearly fifty contributions now archived online, GREEN MAN, OBSIDIEN, DELOS and NEW MOON RISING, to name a few of the most outstanding. Unfortunately, most of these print periodicals have ceased publication, especially in the United States.
Pinholes
If you shine a light
size and shape of a pinhole
into the innermost inward
you might catch a glimpse
form and face
from the mythology of dreams
of the world's most enchanting woman.
Her name is Rhiannon
or Deirdre Brigit Bright Miriam
Virgin Helen
of Troy or
the dancing beauty of tragic Norte Dame La-
Esmerelda.
But it might just be
(in time over time) Seraphina Aisha
Etta Avery Lula Poesy
or Zoey/Zoe.
If you shine a light
size and shape of a pinhole
into the innermost inward
you might see
a wise old man a
benevolent ancient sage
with elevated candle lucent
or lantern luminous in hand.
He is called
Lao Tzu maybe Merlin possibly
Gandalf even Einstein
or any such magical name.
Radiant he will be
in subtle thought and spirit-power. Even
(in time over time)
one of those brave boys come to manhood as
honest Pablo Silo Tameem
Devonte Connor dragon-
lore Lawrence or
that bookish eccentric islander
Hans.
Now
now if you shine a light
size and shape of a tiny pinhole
into the innermost inward
you might behold
presence of a shadow,
a combustible darkness
from the deep-down of dreams
or dreamtime’s cauldron of nightmares. A
Humbaba or Grendel Caliban called
or humped Quasimodo—rejected
lump with poet’s soul in
burdened limp and
twisted limbs—condemned
among gargoyles; a spark
spewed out from lips
of a tragic oracle encased in opus
of alchemic stone.
The phantom is your own.
You must own this shadow
if you would be whole.
Shadow abides
in cave primeval,
or in the alembic hidden vessel
of your dis-
integral self. If…
if you look
look determinedly into dream-spheres
you may see some masks of
gods in mirror-shards of
collective memory scattered
in the glimmering amid
oak and laurel fig and ash
willow aspen olive and apple. Or
spilled out in drought-chaff over
the millstone threshing floor
of human crime.
Do
now as the doctor prescribes:
play at archetypes.
In images of dreams
feel as you peer through pinholes,
how puzzle pieces fit:
rejected
and accepted pieces fit.
Now tell me honestly,
dream-maker how visible
is the invisible in your dreamtime?
In what orchard are you rooted?Who
is at the center of your circle? (Do
you even know you are a circle to be centered?) What
angel prays before you; what
candle burns in secret of your soul?
What darkness yet
by light
waiting to be discovered? What forest
out of time awaiting
for your awakening to re-find?
One favor only now only one:Stop
waiting for the homunculus
in the cubicle of false learning
pretense posturing posing and
lathing of that polished disembodied
and insolent head …
of cabbage.
For all you know in exile navigator,
myth-singer-sailor of
many ports and facets flesh and facts and radiant
faces these pinholes are
soul-charts of your guiding stars!
Star-charts of your soul.
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