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
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 lays.
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.
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.
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.
Traffic of humans and ducks
by the water
filling, bulging the buds
hanging in strings,
pearls
off branches of willows
weeping for friends long unseen
and lovers unlived.
Smiles from strangers
and laughs at the dogs;
life in the air of a city
losing, lost
longing
to leap in the arms of those strangers
and return to admissions of lust.
The surface in shine,
sun and friends there no longer unseen
emerging desire and welling up spring
in traffic down by the water.
I found myself in the love you
would not give me;
like the smallest bird on the branch
which only sings its vast song
if left unobserved.
Deeper still
(snakes shedding their skin)
restricted, no longer
existence through spring
expansion demanding from
(inward to outward)
the self,
my-self,
your-self,
breadth it-self.
Childlike, I fear
the unknown
ubiquitous vastness;
all the knowledge not known
all the prior unfelt
all the felt unseen
no longer unseen.
The arms of my fear cradle me
surrendered
to swelling,
(it all starts from the base)
free in the fire that burns in that base
which life begins and existence contains,
raising the world, vision and might
child to child, the cycle passed through
forces prior unfelt
now felt unseen
no longer unseen.
How may reality turn so palpable?
How may it have been not so before?
How may we live through it all
expanding in spirit,
bathing in light,
like nature in spring
existence by fire so bright
permitting it swell past fear’s shell
wound ’round it so tight?
Can you be at ease
with the smell of withered grass
that spring to summer silently transforms;
with the untold heated rays,
that so luminous your fears and hopes do render;
with the oneness of existing merely as a one
that solitude upon your being forcefully affects?
Notes From Afar 