"Hope" is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —

Emily Dickinson, Poem no. 254

We world, us dwellers. Incarnate wisdom, the accumulation of nature buzzing restless in our bones. I en-habit. Think back: the I. The indexical points, it describes a looking – a here, here! Who? The here, here. The I is the here that never leaves. There is no center, but there is always a here, the pre-condition of ensouled life, consciousness-across-time. I am here. Here.

What is a world? Only a here. Which? Well, there’s a here, and a here, and a, oh! a there and a there. Each a here, each a world. A world is an appearing-to, appearing-to the here that grounds the I. Grounds. Events do not float but plant, growing wild in unfolding souls, each event unveiling at a time-here, a moment in the soul. I guarantee – the ground grounds past-present-future-ing, the -ing-ing that apocalypts time. You there? Wake up, wake up. We’re arriving. Here. Be-ing is time-ing, time-ing is past-present-future-ing. I-ing is a we-ing that indexes to here, the en-world-ing of the present-in-time. At a moment in the soul, I wake; at a moment in the soul, I sleep. Can I have this dance? In a world, as a world, among worlds. {Who, What, When, Where, Why}.

Agency is the transformation of placetime, dancing mattering – we do, and in this doing we shape and re-shape our dwelling, our inhabiting, mattering as an act and mattering as a medium. Matter matters matter; the soul souls a soul in mattering the matter it ensouls. I quid, I haecc. A me-in-motion, the index that unspools the soul, the warmth of generation. I, here, I, there, I, Atman. In-in-in, always in (a dwelling, a’dwelling, a-dwelling). Catch me / I fall. Lift me / I rise. {ash, woman, now, here, joy}. I woman by mattering matter; I lesbian by dwelling. The Sapphic cosmos echoes the intertwined becoming of the many-worlds, the body of God held, kissed, and loved, the eros of creation. The Milky Way is a woman; I am a woman. A woman within a woman within a woman. Atman nests in Atman, creation nests in creation, love nests in love, becoming nests in becoming. To nest is to dwell ever-deeper, an intimate inhabiting. I inhabit my body again. (I dwell, I dwell, I dwell). The Buffalo rivers the plateau; I granny-to-be, a woman-soul wandering Ozarkia.

Transitioning is re-membering. To re-member is to bring-back-together, to re-shape the origami of the soul.

I am a sculpture I art.

    The indefiniteness beyond being
        lies beyond beings.
    The unity beyond intellect
        lies beyond intellect.
    The one beyond thought is
        unintelligible to all thinking.

    The good beyond logos:
    ineffable to all logos
    unity unifying every unity
    being beyond being
    non-intelligible intellect
    ineffable logos
    non-rationality
    non-intelligibility
    non-nameability
    be-ing according to no being
    cause of being to all; but itself: non-be-ing,
    as it is beyond every being, and
    so that it would properly and knowingly
    manifest itself about itself. 

Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite, The Divine Names

Image: Autumn Trees by Egon Schiele (1911)