Stance is Everything

There is no greater treasure than to be loved truly for who you truly are. And to be thus loved for who you truly are, one of course has to have the courage to be vulnerable enough to let people see who you really are.

Most Intimate

MOST INTIMATE ROCCO JARMAN we imagine all along, that our lives and our circumstancesconspire to undo us, when in fact, they conspire to help us in every way, to become.“The secret of tension is transformation.” Rocco Jarman LOOKING TO THE WEST the great wheel at last,is turning in the heavens and is turning also in […]

The River

The River
always seems to follow The Way;

when the land shifts, as it wills,
whether by the slow and steady heaving,
or whether by a sudden violence,
while the countless ages trundle by,
as the rains and seasons
wax and wane by the long count,
so the river will shift in its course.
it keeps on – a torrent or a trickle – flowing as it must,
where it may;
paying no heed to where it ran yesterday,
giving no thought to how it will reach the sea tomorrow.
the patient work of eons,
it will forswear in a moment.

It will throw itself from the battlements of languid certainty,
crashing over terrible heights
in the epitome of a peasant’s faith,
to roil and churn with borrowed fury
like stirred and newborn Creation
fresh and livid from the womb of chaos.

it will go, even underground,
renounce the sun
and leave the house of the sky,
for the prodigal wandering,
of travelling by secret paths
through darkness and tumult,
to simply
and cunningly
follow the way,
even when it knows not the way.

just so.

if the way is not always seeking better ways,
it is not The Way.

Looking to the West

LOOKING TO THE WEST ROCCO JARMAN Sometimes we will not find what we are looking for because it is not there. If we can give up on it, we discover something similar, but altogether different, something surprising and humbling is instead, waiting loudly somewhere else. Rocco Jarman LOOKING TO THE WEST the most spectacular sunrise, […]

The Promise of Dawn

THE PROMISE OF DAWN ROCCO JARMAN THE PROMISE OF DAWN sometimesa new dawn has already arrivedmodestly and unheraldedwhile we were still sleeping,while we were still warming our unmade beds, the uncovered gravesof who we were just yesterday. it arrivedquietly, even as the first motionsof birdsong were passed, to the undiscerning ears of the worldentrained to […]

The Pilgrim (The Call)

THE PILGRIM (THE CALL) ROCCO JARMAN THE PILGRIM (THE CALL) A Hermetic Poem by Rocco Jarman Here I am, a traveller,on my way to where,I do not know. The child of two houses, with no home. There exists in me,the reigns and traces of my past,holding me to nature and to a primal legacy,an unbroken […]