The Vessels
A nude woman kneels beside a pond.
She carries in her hands
two distinctive vessels,
one rounded and one long.
Overhead, an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
Slightly turned, the vessels pour,
receiving of their birth.
One is of the pond,
the other of the earth.
From the Doric vase issues
a straight and narrow course.
Rigorous and of the sun,
it spills in paradigm.
It has filtered through the air,
and its birthplace is the mind.
Overhead an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
From the ionic cup issues forth
a spiraled loom.
Rootless and circular its fountain
forms a moon.
It has filtered through the earth,
and its birthplace is the womb.
Slightly turned, the vessels pour,
receiving of the other
knowledge of the earth,
and knowledge of the water.
Overhead, an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
In the distance, a small fire.
She carries in her hands
two distinctive vessels,
one rounded and one long.
Overhead, an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
Slightly turned, the vessels pour,
receiving of their birth.
One is of the pond,
the other of the earth.
From the Doric vase issues
a straight and narrow course.
Rigorous and of the sun,
it spills in paradigm.
It has filtered through the air,
and its birthplace is the mind.
Overhead an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
From the ionic cup issues forth
a spiraled loom.
Rootless and circular its fountain
forms a moon.
It has filtered through the earth,
and its birthplace is the womb.
Slightly turned, the vessels pour,
receiving of the other
knowledge of the earth,
and knowledge of the water.
Overhead, an eight point star.
At her knees, acacia leaves.
In the distance, a small fire.
