I  had, someone had

claimed that any spot will do for me

like Kipling’s catty cat

all places are the same to me...meow!

thinking, I had thought

A spot cannot by it’s very nature

be more -or less - than just a spot:

marks on the space-time grid of phenomena

where criss-lines cross

meeting points for Matter and Me!

Places where each ‘I’

 slots into its inviolate, objective groove.

Nothing else.

While God

He neither occupies

nor  is connected by, or to

ANY existential spot.

He permeates every macro/micro dot

transcendentally.

He needs no contextual reference frame at all.

 

So how can I explain that

by juggling Space’s shapes a bit

I found myself standing before this House.

Just one more spot, after all.

Made of lava rock

of earth’s own heavy stuff.

A House

sat there, exactly and precisely on the spot it is

as if…as if it was a sort of door-way

into the cosmic Whateveritis:

a key, a fusion point, a formula

for Transfigurative rebirths into/out of

the vicious circles of individual futility

by some unwarranted, redemptive grace

actually fixed there in one physical infra-spot.

 

So, my theoretical head sat down

and set its cogs awhirring:

this must be due to umpteen eons of human hope and faith

focussed literally on this particular spot;

unceasing aspiration pinned and channelled precisely here

imbuing and investing this symbol of the Word

- the totem of Man’s harlequin desire

so it becomes the prescription for metamorphosis

in this most practical and palpable form

expressed, manifest in earth, a sign indeed

in the eclectic something that indwells, enshrines this House.

 

So, it must be due (I haggled on)

to the catalytic impetus of concentrated, motivated ‘belief’

 setting the laggardly engine  of atomic-structured densities spinning

coming alight and alive in pre-Eden immanence

with the alchemising potencies of super-nature’s store.

 

So it is surprising, it is unreasonable, it is incredible

that this House

centuries and centuries ago

had not spontaneously combusted on the high-tension beam

of this insistent emotive-propulsion

and burst into searing nuclear flame

vaporised into infinite everythingness

at the exact spot where Adam’s heinous progeny

on the unswerving collective arrowhead

of their pitiful, shame and fear-fed longings

mundane and mystical

had penetrated the grim skin of matter’s unholy resistance

and worn through the shell of the newborn human spirit’s egg

verging upon the placeless place

where the power and glory

the source and grail of All reside.

 

1985