Newsletter 5/2002

The poetry of David Kherdian

From :
Seeds of Light, poems from a Gurdjieff Community by David Kherdian
published by Stopinder Books,
email: tavit@attbi.com
Quoted with David Kherdian's permission.

Summer Solstice

We gathered in the early dawn under
the filbert trees and the eaves of the school,
against the drizzling rain,
that seemed at first an intruder,
as if we knew what the day should be.

And waited, we did not know for what;
watching the gray, amorphous sky,
and in the distance-the distance we faced-
a streak of pink appeared, turned orange
and revealed a breath of light, far far away.

The singers sang to that and the light inside-
ancient songs of praise to the sun and the season.
And the light.

The piano in the schoolyard, covered with an
Oriental rug against the rain, seemed
to say something, we could not tell what-
perhaps about a relationship that existed
long ago between man and nature-
when man knew what it was he wished
to be related to, in ceremonies since lost
and forgotten, that we, now, in our presence
yearned to renew.
The music, scored for our search, accompanied
the dancers in a Movement that seemed written
for the sun. Or was it the wind. Or the rain that
having abated, began again when the dancers
moved into their places.

And when their arms took the first raised position
we knew that all things join that are related,
and all that is related is one and comes from one,
and must be reblended again with the source.

And in the wish that was in the faces
of the dancers, we found our own wish
and in it our relationship to God.


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