SI (Act 1)

/ Daniel Swearingen


“Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow.”- William Shakespeare

And brevity takes me flying, in everything I am not, a second in a lifetime that for SI was not I brought. Oh Lord have you not formed me like the eagle and the hawk, forever in this instant am I not. Forever in this instant am I not.

I found I was only a measurement of time, a sand in G_D’s eye, numbered by moments and found wanting. I died and rose again at the start of each day. Day after day, while the angels watched within my dreams, and begged to know if they could play. “While you are human, they whispered, let us play”. Undefined I flew across a lifetime age to age. Grace to grace, atom and nucleus, a speck in the seconds of the space age. A second or two of breath so high and then I was gray. And I said, “Oh G_D unto you I give all these days, a brilliance of light these instances, in which I am a flight of wind that mocks kings. Eyes and wings and blood finally dust in all things. For I am forgotten, I am remembered, salvation and iniquity, a human immortal born in my sin to finally rest in the exhalation of G_D’s sigh.

For in the second, the last breath, the instance when I am naked no longer shy. The SI, the doorway open from death to freedom before the wide open sky. I will praise G_D for the instance of quantum instances of assurance in my previous life, that let me know that I was SI, always an instant breathing, always SI. Your instance, your energy, a sum of answers why.

When I kissed, and kissed, my tongue wet against my lover, with her wide-open eyes.

An instance of a second as my two baby’s cry and cry.

A boy, a spirit, down on shaky knees, crying before a cross that is thirsty to give me needs.

A young man, an old man, both seeking to understand their greed, a moment in loneliness when a great eagle comes to feed.

Life in high country where no one but G_D knows my needs.

Oh, SI you are an action, an art of life and breath. That brings us from our screaming self, to a death upon our beds. A warrior’s sword in violence, a writer’s pen in peace. In the moment I have always known you, a lover in my psalm. A generator of spirit that cannot wait until I am done. You love me in a second, and then my breath is one. Only one and then my life is done.

And brevity takes me flying, in everything I am not, a second in a lifetime that for SI was not I brought. Oh Lord have you not formed me like the eagle and the hawk, forever in this instant am I not. Forever in this instant am I not. – 05.21.2020 – דָּנִיֵּאל

 

 

 

 

 

86 thoughts on “SI (Act 1)”

  5. “And brevity takes me flying, in everything I am not, a second in a lifetime that for SI was not I brought. Oh Lord have you not formed me like the eagle and the hawk, forever in this instant am I not. Forever in this instant am I not.” This was great!!!

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  12. Dear Daniel,
    I love this, the “Eagle and the Hawk” is one of my all time favorite songs, and it was from the beginning of reading your wonderful descriptive words I had a feeling almost premonition that song was coming. I am not claiming to be a mind reader but I was close. 😉
    ❤
    Ruby

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  15. “For in the second, the last breath, the instance when I am naked no longer shy. The SI, the doorway open from death to freedom before the wide open sky. I will praise G_D for the instance of quantum instances of assurance in my previous life, that let me know that I was SI, always an instant breathing, always SI. Your instance, your energy, a sum of answers why.” This entire paragraph was amazing. A unit of time are we? At least that seems to be what you are saying. I really enjoyed this.

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  19. Not much more can be said than already has about this fantastic piece of writing, but I will try. 😉 It belongs in a great book of reminders. A book that reminds us all that we are nothing but blowing dust in time, a unit of time, and we have but a second to make ourselves better.

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  20. Daniel this is one of your best to date, and there have been many. I am sure I have said this very thing many times before. 😉 Your views on life, how short and precious it is, and the grandeur of it at the same time the simplicity is worth pondering and learning from. Thank you. Steve

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    • Thank you Steve. My apologies my friend that it has taken me so long to reply to your wonderful comment. You always honor me with your insights on my writing. I like you always learn from simplicity in time not the political correctness of the mob. ;

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      • Daniel you have a very similar way of looking at things as I do. Your comment is very appropriate for these times we live in. No worries about taking a wait on your reply, you have a real life to attend too. 😉

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    • Hi my dear Resa. I do apologize for taking so long to reply to your comment. Life has kept me may be a little to busy lately. As always you get me serious and too serious, and a little comical and you help me find my place in this world. How is that scrabble game going? 😉

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  30. Dearest Daniel, your words are beautiful. As we stop we start again. The measure of time past is forgotten (yet for a few) and the measure of time present is embraced. Wishing you the best, take good care and be well. ~ Mia

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