time and a summer day (bluegrass at the apple orchard, dragonflies, and moonrise)

today i have assigned myself to look at "old" poems i haven't looked at for awhile, and see how they are doing. which also means looking at notes, and hopefully finding something there too. so, that's what.

and here, first, finnegan playing with soaking beans:




SEED’S EYE

silent as a watermelon. but there's a huge heart beating
Underneath skin beyond fields
Oocytes and zygotes little tails
Hexagrams, ovals—pods too—
There in cockeyed rushes--
The salts and the reeds and the pulsing walls;
quick liquid and exiting—little swimmers--
to an electric thought
I AM THE THING WHICH GETS BORN



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The Hopi view of time seems to me to have a certain kinship with the Chinese idea of “seeds”, which are called “the first signs of time.” “The seeds,” we read in the I Ching, “are the first imperceptible beginnings of movement, the first trace of good fortune (or misfortune) that shows itself. . .” The material world arises according to the Chinese in the following way: First there is a preexistent image (trigram); then a copy of this takes shape in corporeal form. What regulates this process of imitation is called a pattern. . . . The movements of the lines and images, and of the infinitesimal germs of events symbolized by them, are invisible but their results manifest themselves in the visible world as good fortune or misfortune.”” (p. 120 Psyche and Matter Marie von Franz)