#dai
"I will create as I speak."
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these profound and most serious of words,
vibrate within my chest (really!) as I
tongue test them, having just awoken
and a Sabbath ~Saturday looms before me,
naked and full of
potential.
I am hopeful, and unafraid, by the clean sheet of twenty four hours that covers me nearly toes to head, a singular occurrence,
normative
would be dread of the shroud of lists of items of urgencies that demand outage justifyingly,
urgencies crying out,
attend to me now!
but this day different, a sleepy peacefulness
compromises my interstitial spaces, and an amber color of
calming quiet fills them, no raucous splashes,
no errant droplets hinting at the fullness-yet-to-come
when the tanks of
empty are quietly, with a silent sigh of finality, announce the profundity of sufficiency and satisfaction facing
undefined emptiness,
that these contradictory sensations are
harmonious extant
within me for the foreseeable momentary.
Dai!
this single syllable Hebrew word for “enough,” issued in one breath, like “the end!” hits me with a slap of sensibility as a closing lid on this just about to possibly boil *** of emotions and internal combustion.*
two last thoughts burr me mind before signing off:
the contradictory nature of the blanket of
an unscripted openness of a day ahead, and the
totality of its fulsome satisfaction it offers,
do not confuse me.
no scholar I, it occurs that the word Dai,
unlike any other, has a root unknown to me,
but internet of godlike humans had anticipated my query and offers me irony and reassurance that I am so not the first to wonder and know this satisfying confliction of this two headed Hydra send-story, sensatory, balanced imbalance
for the root of this common word used daily to say:
“enough,” “stop,” or “that's sufficient.”
comes from the root is DaWaH דוה which literally means
“to flow or extend outward.”
and though
I created this poem as I spoke,
I only reiterate what my ancestors already knew
thousands of years ago!
by the bye,
the Hebrew phrase "I will create as I speak,”
is well and better known to you as:
Abracadabra.
Dai!
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
what victory is it,
when he is not beside me
in soft flesh
but mangled fur
the world will rise and fall
always in a turmoil
those who seek to destroy
minds will stay living after dead
celebrate for now, if you must
already a new danger approches
He was not the first to try
He was the only i've loved.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC