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The entire cosmos copulation. And each thing is word, word of love. Only love reveals but it veils what it reveals, alone it reveals, alone lover and beloved in the illuminated solitude, the nights of the lovers, word that never passes while the water flows beneath the bridge and the slow moon above the houses passes.
— Ernesto Cardenal Cosmic Canticle, Cantiga 2: “The Word”
"What's you understanding, general, of that first force?" The journalist Belausteguigoitia asked. Sandino replied: "As a conscious force. Initially it was love. That love creates, evolves. But everything is eternal. And we are moving towards life being not a passing moment but an eternity, through the multiple facets of the ephemeral."
— Ernesto Cardenal Cosmic Canticle, Cantiga 12: “Birth of Venus”
I am noticing lots of pieces of writing out there which are trying to find ways of understanding the primal creation in terms of it’s echo in the universe that we have come to inhabit. Of course, Cardenal’s masterwork continually points us in this direction. So too does Edgar Allen Poe’s “Eureka: A prose poem.” And also this, from Bruce Cockburn:
Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
Here’s a song in your praise
Wings of the storm cloud
Beginning and end
You make my heart leap
Like a banner in the wind
O love that fires the sun
Keep me burning.
Lord of the starfields
Sower of life,
Heaven and earth are
Full of your light
Voice of the nova
Smile of the dew
All of our yearning
Only comes home to you
O love that fires the sun
keep me burning
I’m on a bit of a kick with this stuff at the moment. Know of any other pieces that fit the mold?
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