Leonard Cohen Park

Pour ma chère J-F:

Les Hasards Nécessaires

Penn Station to Gare Centrale de Montréal

crossing the border by means of a test

originating in Quebec’s magical forest

La Reine des jeux has spoken:

“Necessary Chances are the first step to the Hieros Gamos.”

Did I write test? I meant text!

Les Hasards Nécessaires

is a mathematical marriage proposal

how many synchronicities

make the sacred wedding?

Let’s recount…

#1 is an interview with a Montreal scholar

who believes—not in destiny or fate

but radical contingency

“In French it is hasard,” he says

Les Hasards Nécessaires

“first step” that brought me to Montreal.

#2 begins with two pears

lying in the market

wanting to be caressed.

I purchase both

nibbling one pear in the Sun

Other smooshed in Shadow.

Moon eclipses Sun

Hélio dancing on a Medicine Wheel.

Faro tiles pointing in four directions

bursts upon me as dawn rises

sleeping on a wrought iron bench

facing the Atlantic west

houses of bright hues

cheery tiles that make me smile

white stone obelisk crowning

the cross of the four directions

wrought iron bench to the ocean east

I am in Parc du Portugal

Hélio de Jesus Pereira Mestre

gifts his handmade bag

with his Old World seeds

in my lap of New Worlds born

facing the hexagon gazebo

I stick my index finger into the Pereira heart

Les Hasards Nécessaires

Penn Station to Gare Centrale de Montréal

crossing the border by means of a test

originating in Quebec’s magical forest

La Reine des jeux has spoken:

“Necessary Chances are the first step to the Hieros Gamos.”

pull out two tiny seeds to plant

projecting into his “spacetime”

journey to the magical forest

with the bag of Helio seeds

on my lap on his office couch

awaiting semance from the Unicorn head

who spells out my “scared marriage”

#WeToo

…the term we invented for our Web 3.0 leap

translated upon my seed collection

“Je ne suis pas prêt à te voir.”

then, I will take Montreal…Eros, guide me

to your Tripled Breasted Mont Royal!

I find myself falling in love with the city

named for the Hieros Gamos…

Nietzsche’s Sacre Monte resurrected as

Ville-Marie — Bride of Christ

New World marrying French romance & Anglo reserve

…again, we are reversing roles

Duende, says Lorca is magical power

luring girls and boys into the forest

fumbling their way home

flamenco is how Cohen spiraled

into the interior coniunctio

his six-chord passion play

oh, to balance the Sacred & Profane

at the Cross of the Four Directions

crowning quintessence writ on the Portuguese Flag!

“Leonard Cohen Park!” proclaims his missive

Adding link of Montreal’s troubadour & pal

fraternizing on the bench of my #WeToo pear-I-fact

our/oroboros is complete now

twin Flame’s Les Hasards Nécessaires challenge

our own duende of coniunctios interior/exterior.

#WeToo rendition Stinging Synchronicity

recounting how many for the magical pear

to conjure a pair as One

the maestro’s triad chords

Translating mathematics into poetry

#3 Leonard Cohen himself utters:

“From a third-storey window above the Parc du Portugal,

I’ve watched the snow come down all day.

As usual, there’s no one here. There never is.”

No one but us.

–Lisa Paul Streitfeld

Montreal

March 1, 2019

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