Emotional to the point of rationality
Heaven
sits by the side of a pool in the mountain
covered in Sun and sleeping the mind in facts of the body
lit
as passion or want sinks in the skins of those resurrected
out of sleep fruitless, soaked in rich vision
of waking to blessing
thought not to touch
now felt
surfaced
over
(self)
doubt
and the depths in which it drowns.
Down to the darkness we go
to surface again resurrected
as desire may rise and with it
ascension
choosing to linger where happiness lies.
Pass through, as ease to some it seems
and loss-release of lives lived hardly
in search instead of softness.
Forth from softness only love may spring
grounding tender darling dreams
where scars guard wounds from rupturing themselves
gushing inward, streams of being
stitching marks unhurt
and born of boundlessness and trust.
You touch my body
in court
my body
becomes no longer
my body
becomes the object on which
your wishes are drawn.
You touch my body
in court
my body
because a free
un-
birthing body
shakes your house
master
your house
we dismantle
with tools which are not your own.
You force my body
in court
my body
to fill the one place you see
for my body
but then, guess what
so many bodies
rumble the streets to get
my body
and swallow you
deep
utter(us), many
enraged, so many
which you and your load shall abort.
How many days
have drawn you past
without your tears
the set grid’s lapse.
How many days
have felt skin strained
and locked your spine
the mind’s reach pained.
How many days
till deep you lay
release the bones
let force decay.
I think
I know
but whether I know
I shall know
only when I know.
We die with nature
some of us cry with nature
others look away, frantic
achieving the useless
in the fact of death.
We die with nature
goodbye Mother
let me lay on you one last time
as we die together
forgive me
Mother
forgive me.
Pleasure I understood as theory
where now sensuous enjoyment lives.
Vital,
my body demands the one that shall drink it,
the one with whom energies bind in ecstasy known to consensual givers unhindered,
flowing in and through one another, as one delivered
to places only gods may recognise
and mortals who choose to break with earthly binds, fused
with the gods,
moulded into that which brings woman to understand her divinity
and man his rightful place beside her.
For she shakes the structures that must be shook
if we us humans are to move further.
This is what must be done,
what we are being asked to do –
to discover divinity within or perish
as the lowlives we aspire to be,
inferior to all that we thought ourselves superior to,
lost in the destruction of our own making
which shall regenerate, only without us.
Trickles build floods
dripping tears being
drifting up close
besides wayside scattered.
Filling that
self feeling
pouring in not all in one day
holding dripping together,
self-shattered contained.
Fall-inward slowing
curling the center tender
wrapping the body by folding the mind
– in cradling feeling, inviting the bind.
Where beyond do words lie
to grasp open meaning;
scattered past
fractured
beat in bluff visions
where singular truth was thought to prevail?
From literal bonds breathing relief –
minds breaking thoughts in open surrender
cradled eternal, by symbol beheld
Unnamable Fullness
– expanse rounded felt.
I remember the day I realised my body
– what luck to find it attached to my head.
Nobody bothered to teach me to live in a body
– only that using the head would help.
I seek now the absolute from within this here body
(human experience from dualism saved)
as mind cannot dwell without body
neither is body truly separable from its mind.
How futile to seek hypothetical vacuums
where rational reason is said to exist.
Abandoning vacuum for the human lowlife:
body to mind
as mind is to feeling
and feeling back to the body and mind;
circular schemata a center connecting
penetrate through to link each one up.
No separateness in totality, and no isolation
only varied dimensions indissolubly linked
where as soon as we deem one more than the rest
we are lost on pursuits of confusion, at best.
The absolute inseparable
as thoughts from the body and feeling rising the thoughts
learning sensation to create sense therefrom,
that absolute center where futures still grow.
Notes From Afar 