JOSEPH CAMPBELL'S POCKETS

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  • What do you know, Joe,
  • after all that study, all that tracking
  • of humanity’s search for the sacred,
  • for import, for course coordinates?
  • A veritable Harpo of revelations
  • he pulls from a vest pocket “Natural Music”
  • and tells us that Jeffers got it right:
  • to be holy is to be strong enough to hear
  • beauty in the world’s storms and rages
  • without divisions of desire and terror.
  • A back pants pocket yields a wallet and a tiny newsprint clipping in which a Honolulu cop has,
  • on sight, proffered his life to save a stranger.
  • Unconditionally living in unity, namaste incarnate,
  • dwelling always in the field of chi, feeling it pulsing through
  • us, it, them, that, no divisions, no judgments, no fear—
  • all the great scholar’s learning distilled in a few lines,
  • plain, clear, and—
  • enragingly, divisively, terrifyingly—hard.
  • Have you another nugget, Joe,
  • perhaps an easier one,
  • in some other pocket?