A poetic meditation on Leonard Cohen’s “Boogie Street” and the return to embodied presence.
“O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…”
From the very first line, Leonard Cohen opens the door to the paradox — and then quietly walks us through it. Boogie Street isn’t a place in the ordinary sense. It’s a passageway, a threshold, a reentry point into the world after the vision, the awakening, the kiss of the sacred. And it’s there, in the mundane rhythm of the traffic jam and the tidied kitchenette, that Cohen shows us what realization really means.
Boogie Street is not the mountaintop where saints dwell or the monastery where silence reigns. It’s the street corner, the subway, the kitchen sink. It’s the old banjo and the cigarette smoke. It’s the place where you come back to yourself — fully, irreversibly — after you’ve touched the Infinite.
