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.
.
.
.
Outside
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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