Thursday, November 28, 2013

happy Sagittarian celebration

music of the spheres
In the quiet of night sky
while starlight and peace prevail
a haunting rhythm,
music of the spheres,
slowly soars, entrances,
embracing fear,
kissing taunt of pain away.
Well into darkness, watching, 
hoping for a passing meteor
to swoop down and carry me
far into another space,
where kindly constellations
tell stories of joy and thanksgiving.
Celestial fusion crackles and strains
like an old jazz recording.
Melodies of another age
written on a mighty, sacred wind
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers --
heavenly nourishing guides
leading us home.
Lake so dark
I can't see into it
swallows the sliver of Moon
as clouds roll through to
cover the sky.
Quiet, simple.
No life; nor conflict.
Meaning is that quality allowing sensation
to mature into sense.
Sudden chill wind requires response.
I turn
back, front, crouched down
into my own shelter.
Why am I not safe in a heated
room, exploring pleasure?
Context quotes:
"That was another stream,
a dream not taken."
No road enters here --
circle closed, unyielding.
Stories, fading candles, flicker.
Sweet wealth of warmth.
My fingers draw ritual from
patient water.
Sensation condenses.
Sense evaporates.
Scent of warm breath.
Taste of cold wind.
Wet, dark, silent.
Outside of meaning.
November 28, 2011
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for sharing
your intimate secrets
guilty despair
"How can  anything matter?
I am too dark,
no fun to be with."
It is not a birthday without
cake and good wishes.
No cure can take hold without
a get well card,
expressed courage
from caring others.
I have no rhyme, no rhythm,
no choir to calm me
into soft healing eiderdown.
Searing potions,
shocking wires,
disconnection from
harried continuity
cannot weave wholeness.
Kind touch, open
reveling in shared humanity
paints a loving pattern
for integration,
incentive to dare creative leap.
Re-merged, charged with fuel for 
healthy fulfillment.
Multi-hued singing fountains
rejoice in new found dancing.
Not in Gratitude
Gratitude implies obligation
Shining happiness implies
free acceptance, grace.
I am graciously embraced with joy.
Happy in my natural rhythm,
open to pleasure;
warm, melting sunshine,
complex luscious nectars,
elation, charismatic exultation.
I am in awe, a true believer.
I am not on my knees in supplication,

but supine, open to grace.

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