Sonnet 44
- When spring arrives and eternal happiness resumes,
- One must pick a sprig, to kill is to renew,
- And share that odor, senses should sate and consume,
- A lavendar macropyre realized by too few.
- And in that last life, freedom is tasked to expire,
- A rummaging in meanderings of every day,
- Strung along in stems and wires,
- Waiting to conspire a beat that must not decay.
- For that flower can relay a fancy of light,
- One that only shines if it can be seen,
- And when gleaned by a glance, a glimmer, a sight,
- A flutter to cause an eternity to careen.
- In each dew drop on each petal is a miseducation untaught,
- Your gift is your garden of fragrant intellectual thought.
Notes
Too much still to unpack but in brief, wrote this at Esalen while attending a technology x meditation workshop. Woke up that morning at 5:50am, lulled around til 6:10am with this sonnet in mind, drug myself down to the hot springs for a predawn light show, and 15 minutes into marinating I had the latch. I lingered around for another 15 minutes and normally would stay longer, but I had to write while this thread was still in flight, so flew out and spent the next ~3 hours on the Esalen lawn afront an amazing cliffside vista overlooking the Pacific Ocean and just wrote.
Thankfully everyone was at breakfast else they'd be witness to some manic writer reciting loudly failed lines to himself.
— Huy on