Archaeology of the Invisible
Poems of Tumbling, Deepening, Settling
“Archaeology of the Invisible” ________________________________ These times are a gut-turner. Like tides being pulled by an unfair moon. The kind of tumbling that feels like a punch to the gut when we sink for a second and have to fight for the next breath because of the weight of our knowing. — The knowing in the gut is the kind people feel when there is a death or an ending only now it’s all of us even those who are pretending. — Like falling from a great height suddenly part of this tumbling is the Knowing-Body — the Knowing-Body being stirred awake, the Knowing-Body tracking a wisdom. It’s what the Knowing-Body does. It’s what we Wayfarers do. It’s why everyone eventually says: “I felt it in my gut.” — This isn’t “woo woo.” We’re all in the saddle now. And that turning of the gut, that roiling unease, has a name. The Enteric. The enteric nervous system. Your gut. Your body’s Second Brain. A wise-protector hiding like a ninja within you keeping watch listening deep quietly whispering — keeper of faithful signals. — And so it is: Any knowing is a weight-bearing knowing. A weight that makes an indentation on the malleable clay of the soul. — Time is a weight. The passing of time is a weight. Anticipatory grief is a weight. The arrival of grief is a weight. The past is a weight. Parting is a weight. In some cycles, the future is a weight. — Quiet-Stillness is the practice of sitting with the weight. Contemplating the weight. Seeking the healing and the wisdom inside the weight. And of this, none of us should wait. — The weight is the same invitation that has always been here throughout time. Plow: your inner Earth. Plant: the right seeds inside you. Ensure: that something roots and blooms. Share: the harvest. _ _ _ _ _ The weight is the same call that has always been heard. Despite external conditions: Practitioner, begin. Despite external conditions: Practitioner, sustain. Like that little shrike on a withered branch, his silent song echoes through time: Never stray from The Way.
_ _ _ _ _ Liner notes: We are all feeling density because of the density of this cycle of time. There will be a lightness of being again. A Lightness of Being like a group of travelers around a table feasting on the good-heartedness and spirit invoked there. _ _ _ _ _
“Jury Duty” We are all witnesses. Watch. The smoky mirrors are starting to turn on each other even as we speak. We are all members of the jury. Watch. The whip-smart vipers will poison each other in the end. _ _ _ _ _
“Transmission” There are no gurus on this trail. This path isn't one that is passed down. It is like a hand giving you a cup of tea on a day when you suddenly see the light shining through everything. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ “The Last Step” The days of taking a breath are over. Now we receive The Breath. Now we are breathed. _ _ _ _ _
© 2026 Frank Inzan Owen, The Luminous Procession: Poems From Within and Beyond the World of Red Dust
soundworld: “A Fragrant Path” (Roy Mattson) / Bouquet Sauvage
Sublime… practitioner begin
I love your phrase "Any knowing is a weight-bearing knowing"