TEN WHITE BEADS – The Second Bead

TEN  WHITE BEADS – Always We Begin Again

(With Commentary by Christen Lore Weber)

“…I wash myself with snow water…”

-Job 9.30



i hear only the sound of snowflakes falling


in the shadows beneath the starlight forest

i hear footprints dansing amidst the falling snowflakes

in the softness of  midnight i smell the musk of virginity

deeper than the highest mountain tops kissing the whirling stars

closing my eyes i see she who remains hidden in mysterious darkness


the full moon drifting conducts a symphony of dansing lights



The comparison here is not between the nouns (Mountain tops/scent) but rather between the verbs, (smelling, kissing, closing) enhancing fundamental paradoxes: Virginity’s musk. Sky’s depth. Closed eye’s sight. Mystical experience can be communicated only by analogy. The mystic is often led by paradox. One is reminded of T.S. Eliot’s mystical Four Quartets:

“And what you do not know is the only thing you know

And what you own is what you do not own

And where you are is where you are not.”

What is “the sound of snowflakes falling”? Here is the first moment of awakening. This moment cannot be grasped. It is realized only in the dansing lights of surrender. This is the “danse” as contrasted with the “dance,” calling to mind the highest form of movement, the universal infinite and eternal ballet of being.


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