all life is a day
dawning and dusking
golden light between the
twinned darkness
we find ourselves
here
this day
terrible in its
naked givenness…
is its contemplation
not the highest
form of consciousness?
i walk the green
path toward the
wine dark sea
are you here with me?
or will you slip
into an hour of
your own?
i feel the
sand beneath my feet
the pound of surf
upon the lightless shore
soon we’ll be
no more
touch me lightly
first nirvana thought,
sublime terror,
razor’s edge of madness
“once you see it
you’re done for kid”
and he wasn’t wrong
its paralysis promise
whispers in these ringing ears
“you will believe in miracles”
these screaming miracles
like a whistling kettle
this is just a consequence
of crystal almond eyes
“you have to look” he said
“beyond every idea, to the Real”
i finally did it
but we’re not meant to see
the dead see
through my eyes,
-resurrection-
(i am wasting time)
as if to say
your eyes can see too
but first a death
then the rebirth
in a difficult moment
then a second chance to be
two lives before the end
there is only one way to
live again
and i have
found it
Life, for me, has been an oscillation between poetry and prose, unconscious and conscious existence. I suspect it’s the same for many people, in its own way. Lately I’ve been able to cultivate a vision of the world, only in part, in which I see everything around me as if I was a soul returned to a body. How would you -feel-, how would you -see-, if you had one last chance to view the world after having lost everything to that eternal night of slumber? Can you find it within yourself to see the world as if having lost it?
There are greater things than the
Idea of your gods
For gods can never know the
Friendship of wanderers or the
Sky-eyed host of grasstreaders,
Oceangazers, treetouchers
But that was the test wasn’t it?
God is:
“That than which nothing
Greater can be conceived”
But I can conceive it
And its conception fills me like a
Star-lapping wave,
With a truth that didn’t come
From a book,
It surpasses the paper gods,
It is greater by a green mile,
By a host of singing lights
That illuminate my heart,
It is the love of a dear friend that
Shares the long road and
Sheds my tears
The sunlight through the trees
Upon the infant’s pure eye,
The space between our
Longing and Eternity,
Present at every moment
For those with
Eyes to see,
Good hearts, and
Faces turned toward the
Rising lands and waters
when words fail to describe the beauty in my eye, i can only show you what i see, with hands, gentle touch, a presence there upon the grassy slope by wine dark water.
but there are things i cannot show you, divine, sacred, revealed out of themselves, upon those grassy slopes by wine dark waters.
one night not far from the dancing ground, in a little green tent upon the moonlit hill, i heard the song of two women humming like cicadas, drawing me up into a light, until coyote broke my will and drew me back to earth.
goodbye sisters, goodbye light, coyote runs laughing in the night, but i love him all the more for it.
so long since wind
along the rocky shore
blew tossing wave and
goddess hair against
this wandering body
today in shimmering
vision i caught a glimpse of
old things
still green in memory’s
golden eye
there across the chasmed
darkness: vision flew.
a passerby
consumed by present things
stumbled by the path
“turn your face” i yelled
but on they plodded
undisturbed in
electromagnet sphere
and i, i watched the phantom
fade away
how old i must be
to view this with
incredulity
reach through
the thinnest veil
transparent to
your smiles and
glowing white teeth
in a suntanned
summer face
we embraced
each other there
where the old
ways touched
our ears
how strong
your arms!
how healthy in decay
before day
breaks this revelry..
a gift?
a warning or presage?
i miss you,
either way
the spirit of death
tinged with fearful
anticipation of permanence
spins about me today like a
dust devil
promising dissolution
nothing
questions and curiosities
about our nature
whispering:
“you cease to exist”
but here i am
only knowing existence
“they meditate on
celestial kingdoms
but there are none”
i’ve seen
the green rolling hills of
Other-where
“there is a doubt”
i’m flesh and blood
“soon not even that”
i know
“your name as the faded
graves you’ve visited
forgotten and desolate”
what’s in a name?
“as arbitrary as life”
i should rejoice in it
“yes try to forget”
live in the moment
“the end comes
irresistibly regardless”
leave me alone
let me forget
“you’ve seen my face”
i’ve seen it and know
“your clarity is a
gnawing worm”
i’ve seen
Other things
“they are fanciful visions”
i will ignore them no longer
the spirit left me then
not with its usual laughter
carrying a spear
its tip encasing a
black vacuum
disappointed or
indifferent
On the day that you were born
An angel blew a silver horn
From his book a page was torn
While in his hand a bloody thorn
Moon and stars did fill the sky
From mother’s lips a happy sigh
Father hid his frightened eye
And all that was began to die.
Sky in Your Eyes 