The Hammer of Thor
The Echo of Light
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The Hammer of Thor
I am sitting backwards in a train
thats going forwards.
Speeding on a curve
that looks like a straight line.
Have I arrived to attend? -
or just to watch it all pass by.
There is a moment after lightning strikes
before the sound of thunder is revealed.
I hold my breathe in the pure absence
and count to see just how close
I am-
to the storm of creation
before happening discovers me again.
As a revival of revelation.
This conflict of consciousness
continuously feeding an addiction-
to constantly verify my existence.
While at the very same time
be-ing found by this world
I ceaselessly slip away.
© Jamie Millard
We all know it. The space between. Language cannot shrug off this distance, or even give it a name. That moment of pure absence after lightning strikes, and before the sound of thunder is revealed. The hammer of Thor. The spark that precedes a pure absence of being. Between realms. Something bigger than a body. Knowing the source of creation as an unknowing. Disappearing. The echo of the light creating the expansion of consciousness all around us as the waves of soul are unveiled. Unfolding. The giver and the receiver, the taker and the taken, the watcher and the watched, all one. Thunder arrives and the veils rise up again to welcome us back to a human experience and back into the languid routines where William Blake says in his poem To the Muses, “the sound is forced and the notes are few”. Control and expectation, black and white, good and evil, all separate. The leap between body and soul the very dance of this life.
I believe poetry is meant to be read aloud as an encounter with the heartfulness of presence. May you slip away in the unfolding flow of your own authenticity. The audio version is found above under the main titles if you want to listen along.
Thanks for being here
Lots of Love,
Jamie
the anticipatory pause between inhalation and exhalation caught my breath first,
an unexpected mirroring of the anticipatory stillness between lightning and thunder,
reflected in the title 'Hammer of Thor'
which makes me think of a blacksmith's hammer coming down on the anvil with a thundering crash
and how the sparks of Thor's hammer fly before the crashing thunder...
and how you managed to slip all that so seamlessly into the apparent dichotomy between the lightning of being and the thundering of existence...
I loved this one Jamie—could literally feel the space between the poetry and the prose