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.