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Making

Jill Cooper

The eye of my attention

is with the soft win,

the hot, heart place

that incinerates

old feathers

 

and builds volumes

from love, songs

from clover, and

nourishment from

strands of bliss

 

My attention is a

winter morning

light across the

bright grass, the

sturdy tree

 

the ice that sings

a softening song

under the gaze of

her own deep

rosy source

 

The eye is on

the prolific, the

flow, the touch,

the down, the loose

belt, the clean

 

currency of

truth and fresh

eggs, and free

time and aging

into a new youth

 

The eye of my

my attention

is the brush

that paints the

story as we wish

 

Sweetness fuels

the clear-eyed

attention onto

the banks of the

easy river

 

And the garden

of the mind

in repose and

in excitement,

in creation

 

Where the tools

are where the

joy is where

the knowing

is stored

 

And the eye

of attention

for two minutes

homes in as a bird at

rest on the pleased

 

Because the eye

of my attention

is a goddess in a

green dress and

orange feathered

shoes

 

Whose wand

wields time and

filters, thread, ink

palm, light

and flame

 

Making things

out of the petals

ands tones and glue

and earth and dust

we shine upon

 

with the eye of

her attention. All

our attention is a

an outlet, a ring

as gold as wisdom

 

It's a circuit, a

revolution, of

homecoming, of

dinosaurs being

birds

 

It's a lover in

her business suit

hurrying out

the door because

she's never late

 

It's the architect

of misery or joy

and cocktails

of them both, as

you wish

 

It's the eye on

the bad boy, or

else the diamond sky,

whichever one

you look at

most

 

It's the union

of your judgement

with your time,

it's the motion

of the breath

in your voice

 

It's the secret,

strings on the inner

harp of your fear

it's the secret

bass line of

your views

 

Attention makes

the students, and

the tricksters

and the news

Yes

 

Attention is a

field of infinite

rabbits, belly

laughs, and

accidental sparks,

 

or purposeful

flames, and

indigo dipped

feathers writing

love letters

 

Attention is focus

as a glass orb in sun

catches the bell

song of the light

into real flames.

 

Dangerous or holy,

creative only,

the eye of Our

attention makes

the world.

 

--Jill Cooper

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