Saturday, August 8, 2015


Walk this expansive garden with me.
Don’t talk.
Don’t take up your thoughts
wondering what to say.
Walk freely.
Air out and in.
This magnificent garden,
colours alive.
What do you see, smell, sense?
Who is this you with senses,
with imagination,
with me
in this garden?
Who would you be, what would you do,
if time and space were infinite?
Don’t talk.
infinite regression of change and resistance
multi-rhythmed rhyme
singing into the winds of change
to move their vector more in line
with where we wish to arrive
astral vision
Mystery mists of history holy lightening heightening sky.
Desirous anticipation.
Early pinks ascend from eerie violets.
Sun’s lifting eye twinkles like a happy kitten,
tummy exposed for adoration.
Omens, prophecy, hope for enduring happy returns,
quests beyond horizons now observed.
(without gravity, how can we fall ... or love?)
Aching for stars, planets, infinite,
silent assent that means all is promised.
I touch a cosmic peak,
breathless at such altitude.
Infinite, eternal, these are words,
maps to definitions, not what is.
Creation never ends, never begins again,
not repetition but reflection.
Legends and runes.  Ritual regression.
Significant omens.
Ravens forsake flocks, ranges skewed.
In primordial recesses of a sigh
trembling hearts enact a pact of solitude,
invent machinations of separation,
journey through despair.
Sovereign brains evolve, adapt to dangers;
patterns that evoke anger, fear.
Scanning eyes, ears, nostrils
filter through parameters,
call out Warning!  Warning!
far too often, far too loud.
There is no guide, no authority,
none but me, repeatedly mirrored.
Each step, each succession
in idiosyncratic interpretation.
What will become of all these "I"s
staring through, demanding
retribution, bare, raw justice?
Respectable explanation.
Rigorous notation.
Scores, codes, clocks, keystones.
Laws and theories developed to describe
thin segment of encompassment
accessible to sense and reason.
Early morning of soft savannah
wakens to cloud and mist.
Waft of tranquil distillation
soothing startled breasts --
Ripples quietly express
infinitely regressing
first cause
last effect.
I Have a Secret
(remind me when I flail)
Relinquish distorted burdens, proddings,
guilts detached from sticky past beyond.
As much as change is, permanence exists
as measured landscape.
Stories still stir primal wonder.
Hopes, wishes, aspirations, familiar allies
to focus change, focus mind within changes.
On reflection,
certainties of youth
acquire a different truth.
Re-direction creates a different view.
Revealed feelings new to introspection.
Not what you expected.
Different cues
mix into different moods.
There are infinite paths to imagine.
So many worlds – divergent time.
A kiss may awaken a queen
or set a crone to dreaming
or be seen as defilement of that most
pernicious kind.
Where we arrive, what bliss we find
outside the reach of simple limb extension
is not about up and down retention
or spiral twines.
Your eyes draw me,
they fill in the lines
with infinite perspective.
We breathe in expansive comprehension,
design a widened sky to fly --
more beauty to infuse.
truth is not narrow
it is infinite
the narrow way
is fear's, or merely a tunnel
on the way to truth
find a quiet place
let your mind drift and wander
fall into infinite awareness
take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful
Beyond stratosphere,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.
Daring to explore pleasure, infinite awareness.
Leisurely share what feels genial, good, light.
Infinite muse lit lanterns take wing,
illuminate eternity.
Cells disperse out from infinite regression,
demand expanding territory,
redefinition, delineation, demarcation.
All the places of possibility
open to scrying eyes.
I am the universe of time and space

awaiting birth.

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