Just a Click

uhm... do i have a bipolar with this?

So the twist has come,

Not only murk lies on hand,

Not only tears spring from solitude,

Not only... But then the click.

 

The twist occurred in just a click,

In the waters of the raging ocean,

In the wings of soaring eagle,

In just a click.

 

Things transcend,

Perhaps, in just a click.

 

Author's Note

click... a sound of a shutter, a sound from a clock.

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

Yes, you definitely have a bipolar with this piece.
I found it rather thought provoking and transcendental.
The whispers just do not stop within the carefully chosen words.
There is a fearful anticipation of memories of life changing events for
myself- while thinking of the dark side of this, metaphorically speaking.
Great write!

[Miss Shea]

Just A Click. Everything can happen in that small sound...this is actually a very calming poem, in my opinion...It just seems so accepting and an explanation of sorts. I can see the bipolar, but I don't think that this is it.

Great Write, Nymphadora :]

[Pax Analog]

I love this. I love you.

This poem to me is the coolest for a VERY classic archetypal reason.

On the one hand, we're all up and down creatures with some kind of chaotic influence on circumstance, and vice-versa. On the other hand, this "click" you register w/exquisite Zen eloquence, is the TRANSCENDENT -- that which always already goes BEYOND the up and down of the very structure of egoic experience.

The "waters of the raging ocean" and "wings of soaring eagle" lines point to not only highlight experience, but the moment of epiphany at the peak of the arc.

You click from dual to nondual. Personal self to transpersonal Being. That is the most radically simple, yet profoundly rare and essential Awareness.

Shamanism is the breaking down of rigid self, re-assembly into interdimensional voyager -- we see that peak experience in the classic images of raging ocean and soaring eagle wings. CLICK at the most exquisite moment, when the sunlight hits the top of the wave, or irradiates the eagle's wings, is Zen satori, aesthetic epiphany, Tao, radical immersive instantaneity and oneness with All.

"Twist," "murk," "tears spring from solitude" preceding all that shamanic-to-Zen classicism makes it grounded in personal poignance, simply stated.

Then one can take that dual/Nondual cognitive CLICK as an obvious trope for a camera, so one is recording a tight little film on this outer-inner-transcendent twist.

"Things transcend" is what you want to say in that line, tho', lose the last "s." Otherwise your syntax is showing marked improvement.

Excellent work! I am proud of you, if I may be so bold.