Full Moon
Harvest
I could
if I willed
it
go inward
beyond the cognition’s
sphere.
Infinite
bliss
the whole of the
real
I know, I
feel.
Eternity pulls
me,
grasps my ambient
air
into
awareness.
All ways my
destiny.
Incandescent
transcendence,
resplendent artist's
delight.
Still
here
in these
moments
stuck in migrating
vibrations
attached to this
Earth,
mired (but not beyond
mirth,
cosmic
inspiration)
miasmic
throes and
woes,
undefined
transformation,
laborious
birth
I am dignified, made
whole.
Giving service to
vision
corroded,
corrupted,
yet shining below that
surface
I see
and uncover the
light.
Full Moon reflection
Archetypes
walk city streets, ride subways as
commoners --
subterranean
consciousness,
ethereal siamese twin
to the everyday.
Shadow and substance
entwine as before
the invasion.
I long to tell you,
yearn so I loudly
whisper,
but only if you really
listen.
I cannot say these things
twice.
Memories seep through,
acquire form.
Stand straight and true
as soldiers or Marines
giving full allegiance
to any who will take that
load.
There are Gods foaming in
excrement
begging relief in the
form
of sacrament
potent and deadly.
Angels and
Demons wage sacrosanct
war,
dice from a grail
foresaging trial or
comfort.
Hungry Ghosts wail.
Vampires and Creatures
of the night
seek shelter before
travails of daytime
break them.
Morning Star
winks salaciously.
In wild’s kingdom
all manner of creatures
thrive.
Eagles soar.
Lions roar.
Whales sing.
Humans open a
veiled third eye.
The World rejoices.
With a word, the stranger gives a
hand
An image stronger than the
sound
Water falls upon the
land
A smile peeks out from a
frown
An eclipse returns dark to
noon
As men's minds walk upon the
Moon
Eclipse Scrying
Where's the fun
in hiding in the eye
of the hurricane?
I want to be bodysurfing
the storm,
madly dancing in the
rain,
cast off from restrictive form
...
I want to taste sweet
grapes
break crisply;
Embark on a journey of
ecstasy
to be all I have
thought to be;
Yet safely reside
in a place deep inside
away from the prying
norm.
I want romance in the sense
of
sensation inviting and
free.
I want a chance to believe in
magic.
And I want what I want to be
crazily in love with me.
Eclipse Dream
Jump! Jittery. Nauseous
claustrophobia . . .
l e t t i n g g o s l
o o o w
Whoosh in a leap faster
than my breath can catch me
moving dizzily,
half-blinded, out of focus
moving along a
tree-shadowed path.
Enchanted
forest?
smoke curling
upward
gingerbread cottage in the
woods
may I rest here, recoup my
losses?
Savory soup simmers over
the hearth fire.
Shadows fall over the
corners
yet the center of the room
is surprisingly clean and
polished.
I sit in mantra
embraced
by soft silky
wings.
Outside winter is
falling.
When I awaken from my
trance
planting season will
begin.
The wild rains of
spring
have caught me
napping.
They catch me up in
torrents
swinging me
along
a cradle in the
sea.
I am dreaming
mazes
wondrous
pageantry
woven into ivy
walls.
The sea surrounds
me.
I acquiesce to secret
ceremony
believing the earth to be
my home.
