Welcome here again. Today, for day 8 of NaPoWriMo, we were given a series of Twitter accounts that tweeted phrases from different poets’ work and were asked to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to us, as the seed for our own poem.
The one I took was ‘Where does unbelief begin‘ by Anne Carson, as tweeted by the Carsonbot.
So I used the prompt to inspire me into writing a poem based on the concept of ‘Maya’ as propagated by the Hindu philosophy. It is a spiritual concept that looks at the world as ultimately unreal, however transactionally true it is, connoting “that which exists, but is constantly changing and thus is spiritually unreal” So without much ado, let’s dive into the poem.
We built a cornucopia of Earth flavored legacies
Dream-dust castles and eternity sentinels.
But the more you ripen to come in terms with reality
The more the diaphanous veil gives away
Until the world with all its concrete, steel and glass
Looks like a grain-filled polaroid of imagination
Still in it’s dark womb, still drying, still forming.
Ripening, yes, is coming to terms with the truth
That we are voyagers in a vortex of multifaceted nothingness-
Or maybe just energy with its gazillion faces
that rises and collapses and takes birth again.
It’s like Harari said-
The dense fabric of reality is fabricated
Ever so delicately with tender filaments
Of fancies and the rich warp and weft of stories
Overlaid one on top of the other
Until civilisations, societies, ethics
And the collective imagination that we believe to be the reality is birthed.
So here I sit and deconstruct, unweave this tapestry string-by-string
Turning the world as we know it into a ginormous ball of tangled thread.
But tell me God, how far back to the primordial must I retrace?
Tell me, where does unbelief begin?
I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. Use the prompt given above to craft your own verses.
And oh, be sure to tag me.
© 2020 Sahana Narendran