In Transit
by Lenore Kandel

Question:  Locate the center of infinity
Answer:  Anywhere

IT NEVER STOPS MOVING!

The ceaseless alchemical permutations, gold into history, 
rain into strawberries, strawberries into my bloodstream,
my  blood  into  flowering  dreams

the dream into absolute perception, into coruscating visions of
THIS IS WHERE IT IS BA-BY    into
infinity

It is necessary to search the spirit through the light of
one's own bioluminescence

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS STANDING STILL

the balance is that of a gyroscope
motion existing within motion
the balance of a bird listening to its heartbeat, wings poised
against the currents of the air, eyes tracing the turning of the
earth, the planet circling the sun, the sun spinning its golden 
path in the universe and the universe breeding life and death 
in infinity

and the bird hangs halfway  up the sky
infinite  motion   at  rest
         within infinite motion

         LET IT GO !

whatever you see that is beautiful
   don't hang on to it
whatever you see that is terrible
   don't hang on to it

         LET IT GO !

the balance is that of sunlight on water, the sunlight
moving as the earth turns, the water following its gravity
path into eventual raindrops and hope to another river
the sunlight-and-water being one and together
for the duration of their parallel flow

there is no way to stop water
if you lock it up it will evaporate and reach the clouds anyhow
there is no way to stop the sun
it holds its own galactic balance and moves according to the
nebulae of outer space

         LET IT GO !

         IT NEVER STOPS MOVING

there is movement within a mountain, a rock, a thought,
a flower, a lightbulb, a cat, a star, a rice-bowl, an arrow

         LET IT GO !

         IT NEVER STOPS MOVING

there is no such thing as standing still
   the direction of motion is frequently a matter of choice
   when you try to stop other things from moving
   you give yourself an impetus toward backwards motion

         LET IT GO !

         most of the time
             you will be the it
            being let go of

Copyright © 1995 Lenore Kandel