{"id":94,"date":"2009-08-12T11:37:33","date_gmt":"2009-08-12T15:37:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/?p=94"},"modified":"2009-08-12T11:37:33","modified_gmt":"2009-08-12T15:37:33","slug":"the-rivering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/?p=94","title":{"rendered":"The Rivering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Rivering<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This small cubicle of<br \/>\nEarth,<br \/>\nWater,<br \/>\nAir,<br \/>\nFire<br \/>\nHas such a fine connection to itself.<br \/>\nFeeding back<br \/>\nFeeding forward,<br \/>\nA controlled explosion,<br \/>\nA roiling surface of uncertainty.<\/p>\n<p>I direct attention.<br \/>\nFrom where does this come?<\/p>\n<p>There is no, \u201cwhere\u201d.<br \/>\nIt is not to be found.<br \/>\nWithin the small cubicle of earth, water, air, fire<br \/>\nThere is only this moment,<br \/>\nAnd it calls out for change from the sidewalk.<\/p>\n<p>Suffer willingly<br \/>\nThe self of a thousand voices that urge you on.<br \/>\nThere is nothing to do be done, no doing, without being.<br \/>\nUnless you eat the fruit of your own misgivings hanging on the vines of your flesh,<br \/>\nThe birds will take it for their own<br \/>\nAnd they do not understand how to make wine.<\/p>\n<p>Always the wheels, great and small, are turning.<br \/>\nMost of the time the sound in your ear is simply the grist of the mill upon the breeze.<br \/>\nShould you awake to the sound of your own emptiness,<br \/>\nDon\u2019t turn and run.<br \/>\nRe-turn.<br \/>\nLet the rivering of your face with tears water the field of understanding,<br \/>\nFor you are a lover at heart.<\/p>\n<p>Beneath the right breast<br \/>\nThe lover wanders in subtlety through the garden<br \/>\nDropping letters from a bag of air<br \/>\nUndoing expectation.<br \/>\nThe lover\u2019s flag unfurls in sensitive threads upon the surface of the pool.<br \/>\nEach breath echos in the trees remembering themselves in the Beloved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Rivering This small cubicle of Earth, Water, Air, Fire Has such a fine connection to itself. Feeding back Feeding forward, A controlled explosion, A roiling surface of uncertainty. I direct attention. From where does this come? There is no, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/?p=94\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story-comment-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=94"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":96,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94\/revisions\/96"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=94"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=94"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiotplayers.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=94"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}