Epiphanic Diaries2025-07-26
The Pang of Intuition, Sized for the Cosmos
In response to
Poetry is a similar act to That of gleaning the Stars Amid myriads, that would Best suggest the Asterisms, To most fully scribe a Constellation depicting the Energetic influence of the Unique neighborhood of Space, subtended by the Reaching grasp of a Particular azimuth of Spherical Orient.
It really feels like that act of crystalizing a constellation of possibilities into an actual instance of temporary revelation of some truth manifest in form originating in nowhere nothing and somehow telegraphing the beyond what our consciousness can witness for now while encouraging patience and faith in our position of ignorance and limitation. The pang of intuition but sized for the cosmos.
I'm so delighted to keep passing poems back and forth. What a great sport! Olympic-level gymnastics of the imagination!
I went to a wedding in New Jersey with Fawn yesterday and while she was doing the makeup of the bridal party, I was out driving around and working on analyzing music at a cafe. In walked an elderly man in clear need of help if not just plain connection. Everyone graciously encouraged him to sit at a table, but I was extra concerned and came over to talk to him and see if he needed water or wanted to sit on the comfier chair near me.
He was so taken aback by my extra attention, that he invited me to stay and talk to him and an acquaintance of his that he was meeting there. The acquaintance came in. A young man, probably younger than I. A bartender at the local bar. This elderly man is a frequent patron. The reason the Elder the man had brought the young man to the cafe was to tell him a story of encounter that he had.
The story in summation was that the elderly man had gone to a restaurant a few years ago to have a solo dinner and on his way in with secret booze in his pocket. Ask the Lord to be with him that night and to enjoy. He cheersed to the Lord during dinner and when dessert and coffee were done he looked down at the tablecloth which was up until that point perfectly clear and saw a stain of two hearts and a sphere. He corroborated the unexplicable appearance of it with the weight staff who confirmed that it was a clear tablecloth just prior. For him. It was the heart of Jesus and the heart of Mary and the sphere was the holy Spirit. This took him to a new level in his faith and he wanted to share that story since.
He asked us both if we wanted to press the heart against our foreheads. We both obliged happily. I was happy to receive any blessing. I had to go on my Merry way to the wedding, but was delighted in this serendipitous encounter, as was the man and I made sure to recite the refrain "where two or more gathered in my name there I am".