Flown up from the deep valley
darkness a bird alights upon the narrow bridge of the heart, alone, to await the immense dawn.
WHEREVER YOU ARE
you are, Walk out into twilight And gaze at the blue Long enough until you hear it. Then breathe in deeply, deeply, Until you have drained The last blue
sound Into your soul. Then close your eyes And listen to the color Fade within you. When you are invisible And have grasped the meaning, Open your eyes, And
gently, let them go.
WISDOM OF CHILDHOOD
A man's ignorance
grows Once the years project A clarity so remarkable, Into his visions, He cannot recall The wisdom of his childhood.
THE EDGE OF DREAM
Deep in my soul, a lost fawn
is sleeping in a winter forest, how soon until love cries out from beyond the edge of dream?
WHERE NO SPRINGS BLOW
my visions wandering Past the ghosted air of cities, Past the billion fireflies weaving Through darkness below, To the serene and empty air Where no seas peril our
chains and shores And no springs blow
YOU AND I
Come, my love, let's
not be sad. Nothing will harm us. Look - the moon is slowly drifting westward. Venus is going down on the horizon. The milky way grows dim. Soon it
will be dawn.
Don't bother about the great questions, you and I are eternal enough.
In the deep of
night you speak of biting insects and passing fishingboats, at least if you were to say the heavens are opened and God is watching us I would know how to answer.
While you soundly dream in
moonlight, drifting muted through the leaves are the cries of wild animals.
Why worry - even the insects
don't know about this field of blue and yellow wildflowers.
On the beach at
evening everything I hear speaks.
And when love, as the
sea, invades the obscure flesh and coils around those stones from where you once towered over the heart, you now lay shipwrecked in the bottom of your ecstasy, as
alone and nameless as seaweed on the sand.
Ah you, fortune teller, pure
one, Looking straight into your lantern To what lies between fate and our existence.
The moment is instantaneous and fading Through the planes of experience Up
the slopes of the background to ghostly aqueducts and the springs of memory, Diving under to the stars within - The stars of soul.
These are the eyes opened toward
their destiny. And when sometimes you gaze into them, We think you weep.
After you have
been mounted and start up within the circle of spectators every now and then you come and go like images of childhood fading away only to return . . . and fade and
yet again return and slip away, ever fleeting and imperceptible on the more slowly turning earth.
Sometimes in the sound of laughter faraway you awaken from your
dream, wearily gaze outside to what infinitely whirls around you - and when you have grown dizzy in not catching sight of it, you yawn and close your eyes . . . and
ever still and ever motionless, you go back to sleep.
TO MICHELANGELO - DAVID
You had to
distill a legend and extract an infinite thing more flawless than a swan . . .
Yet he was ever swift until you slowed him down to absolute stillness, making
him, effortlessly in his tension,
pause, as though he were dissolving into the image of his own beauty.
O. I hear your
silence speak to me through steady undertones. Your finer lens illuminates my hidden sanctuary.
Soul breathes in sacred rhythm and a bell echoes. Clear
reflections ripple on the dawns of vast plateaux.
All boundaries implode. Life moves around a spiral cycle vacuumed lightly in the
Pupils flawlessly align a mirror with the temples. Universe is ours to know in the few square inches of the brain.
Image speeds along
synaptic walls flashing in slow-motion. A breakthrough forces one to burst anew and BE!
Visionary hearts may sigh how deeply down do feelings go. It only
takes one man or woman to Love . . . . . infinitely.
Poetry distills an afterglow; the essence will be found, inscribed between the lines, unrhymed, beyond
the clash of sound and nothing.