ξενηλασία

a child was born
πατροστερές

being

whatever i do not love does not exist;
whatever i do love, it is a body for me.

even a blade of grass tries me

revelation

perched in rock's crevice,
around father's petrified love,
his wisdom's curdling,
thickest and finest at once,
heavy light and transparent stone;
a sonic cosmology :
at the centre bramble's sound,
the song of oregano and of pebble;
all around, like a sphere, sea's voice;
everything shrouded in deafening light;
the whole universe a congealed drop
from his love's ocean.

if only i could glorify you
in the manner of shrub's blossom

the sun butchers the wind

one's appearance makes room


i do exist when things gaze upon me
when father's eyes opens out my being
into light's silence


...

θυμε, τινα προς αλλοδαπαν ακραν εμον πλοον παραμειβεαι;
(Pindar, Nemean Ode 3:41)

(taking Fichte as an excuse)

structuralism could be true
on sufferance
in the frame of creation,
since the source of any being is a relation:
God's creative word.
but it can't be,
since that relation is divine-nature's uncreated energy.
so, it could be said that
structuralism is a history of a creation without a creator
- the fall proper.

opening

so, here we are
between aporia and fullness
infancy and termination
wind and salt
now and now

παρ' εαυτοις φρονιμοι
"wise in our own fashion" (Romans 11:25)

stewards of mysteries
which are running through our fingers
like thin water
and we quenched not our thirst

εως αν ελθηι ο Κυριος και φανερωσει τας βουλας των καρδιων
"till the Lord comes and makes known the wills of the hearts" (1 Corinthians 4:5)