If I Were God
It’s vantage point –
A matter of the vantage point,
And vantage point produces versions,
Renderings, elucidation:
Vantage craves interpretation.
Matter changes, has its laws,
Matter’s patterns, formulae;
Truths there, here, everywhere:
Action-forms; this path and that.
Making claims, but
Underneath & outside in a kinship,
Sameness.
If I were… I’d know it all.
I’d know the chains,
I’d know before
And certainly I’d know the after.
Concentration’s core,
I’d be so concentrated that
I wouldn’t move.
So small I wouldn’t take up space,
My face as tiny as a mite, a point, a speck.
And yet I’d know,
In fact, I’d be the end of knowledge.
Not a want in all the worlds, and yet I’d like a friend…
This is where all language falls –
Where symbols take the job.
I’d need a Nature;
Something to convert my knowledge into force –
Matter governed. Matter nice.
Matter not chaotic. Laws.
I’d have no need of Time,
So matter could evolve in eons.
Nothing hurrying, no aim;
Nothing that I’m reaching for;
I’d let my nature work.
So, genius and the prodigy
Are not too far away from me-
Not luckier, not happier, not freer.
(now I’ve jumped and skipped some),
If Arlene were God, I wouldn’t write a poem.
© If I Were God 5.11.2009 Circling Round Reality; God Book; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin
If I Were God
It’s vantage point –
A matter of the vantage point,
And vantage point produces versions,
Renderings, elucidation:
Vantage craves interpretation.
Matter changes, has its laws,
Matter’s patterns, formulae;
Truths there, here, everywhere:
Action-forms; this path and that.
Making claims, but
Underneath & outside in a kinship,
Sameness.
If I were… I’d know it all.
I’d know the chains,
I’d know before
And certainly I’d know the after.
Concentration’s core,
I’d be so concentrated that
I wouldn’t move.
So small I wouldn’t take up space,
My face as tiny as a mite, a point, a speck.
And yet I’d know,
In fact, I’d be the end of knowledge.
Not a want in all the worlds, and yet I’d like a friend…
This is where all language falls –
Where symbols take the job.
I’d need a Nature;
Something to convert my knowledge into force –
Matter governed. Matter nice.
Matter not chaotic. Laws.
I’d have no need of Time,
So matter could evolve in eons.
Nothing hurrying, no aim;
Nothing that I’m reaching for;
I’d let my nature work.
So, genius and the prodigy
Are not too far away from me-
Not luckier, not happier, not freer.
(now I’ve jumped and skipped some),
If Arlene were God, I wouldn’t write a poem.
© If I Were God 5.11.2009
Circling Round Reality; God Book; To The Child Mystic;
