Psalm 13

Where selfhood fails & soul takes flight
I swallow owl in dappled light
& who, who; who, who; who, who
Who: in my heart delights?

Where moon stands still & midnight hoots
I breathe in owl till oned we roost
& who, who; who, who; who, who
Who: in my heart salutes?

When fire ignites the core of man
There’s no retreat, nor retirement plan
& who, who; who, who; who, who
Who: in my heart expands?

Kevin Moran 14/8/10

Whakapapa: I wrote this psalm taking as a beginning point the following dream. ‘I was in the backyard of our house. I noticed the centre of our clothesline had fallen inwards toward the centre. I looked across toward our back fence and saw an unusual plant. There was something very odd about it. I then saw an owl sitting near the plant. I’d never seen an owl like it. It looked primordial. It was coloured differently than any owl I’d ever seen. Suddenly it flew into me. I opened my mouth, took a breath, and breathed it in. It became part of me.’ (12/8/10)

The poem, like all my poetry, is written to be read aloud. The ‘who, who’ lines are to be spoken as an owl hooting.

I dedicate this poem to Jungian Analyst Allan Bloore who was my supervisor for over ten years. It is completed on the occasion of his 65th birthday (14/8/10).

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