thick snow drops
through thin rain
on road outside window
this morning at prison
we spoke of
"enlightened self/other interest"
where both self and other
disappear with enlightenment
when "to be between" (inter-esse)
erases both opposition and its
opposite self-same, until no
difference or sameness exists
does not stand out from itself,
will not be seen as other
will not be seen as same
enlightenment is the instant
(one man said) where complete
feeling surrenders to reality
(he wondered if that's mysticism)
as conversation wondered if children
were the continuation of Itself unfolding
the way the trolly problem has no currency
in a world of enlightened self/other interest
(ES/OI or, esoi, in Hawaiian, "that's it") --
this forum of contemplation, fellows and
felons following language of the possible
this dance turning turning turning. Later
in corridor, old friends, one recovering
from stroke, one saying he'll be back, one
with Thor's hammer, one up all night studying;
our prison time together looking as we
are with and at where we are when we are
there one with one with one, no self no other
not yet a language that would want to be
pronounced nor kept silent, the playful circle
where, in her poem, Joy Harjo writes:
I release you
my beautiful and terrible fear
I release you