Nightly
Passage. I go to the ancient barn near the lake's edge
and carve a linden log--whittling it down hour after hour, piece
by piece, into two canoe paddles. They will be needed for nightly
passge to the floating wooden dock in the middle of the lake where
a wooden Adirondack chair, enclosed in a fragrant arch of cedar
boughs, is created as a small private observatory to view sky stars
and water stars. Out of lake mud I write seven letters on the back
rungs of the chair. V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Vista interiorem terrae rectificando
invenies operae lapidem. (Seek out the lower realms of the earth,
perfect them and thou wilt find the philospophers' stone.)
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The
Skidi Pawnee believed that all events on Earth were in some way
connected to celestial events and that the stars were sacred beings
who actively sought relationships with their human relatives. --
Gregory Cajete
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I
fill the boat with candles, forming a mandorla of fireflies, and ferry
one guest at a time out into the darkness. The canoe glides through
the stars floating on the water's surface. Constellations form, not
mythic heroes and warriors, but small inhabitants of these Quebec
woods in the Laurentian mountains: Loon, Twin Beavers, Old Skunk,
Canada Goose, Water Skipper. -- B.I. |
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