Spread thin
as the edges of
sleep...only to
weigh in on two
feet defying dream
with dream.
Curtain upon curtain
pulled aside...keen
to that warbling white,
absolute pitch.

You are living Light,
Light does not die...
You are a Light whose
depth of seeing knows
no end...you are a
mantra of: eureka!

Ever the fruit-laden Mother,
whose flickering belly
shows signs of nightless day...
dayless night.
Unadulterated call of plumbed
natures, spelling upon
her belly...creative tensions
unstrung to bind bounty.
She engrained the music
of silence, to filter these
slower light years.
Reflections of mirror
images...cadenced in hope.

O to commit
this cross-examination to
memory.
From spark to
ash...lays parameters
to the all-consumed.

With baffling reticence these limbs pour--
were they the scream of their creation...
space would about-face.
A clarion call issued them as stars to
constellate a soul.
Secure a God's temperament--and of the
mind given them, what to derive therefrom?
Their wound is not wide from their reticence,
the presentiment of their journey is a steady
creeping...the inching forth of termless conscription.
As pastoral confines bled out the lamb by the
Hand of necessity, these limbs have so
gathered to impart their sacrifice.
A single push of an unfathomable nature sees
them thus and thus.
What center they contrive's amiss...one
cannot take hold the Agony and Ecstasy
handed by One so great.

...At this evening nigh-tide, reptilian
brain bites back instinctively.
I am forgiven in all Houses...all postulations
bloat these blue veins.
Daguerreotype pictures cake their ashen
backdrop, that assures the comely smile
of cosmic forbearance.
As if these lips would dematerialize in search
of utterance.
Not for the entrained speakeasy of spotlit
here and now...but the energetic pulse tugged
at both ends of tongue.
The final straw struck back, to ingratiate the
greatest of pilgrimages.

As a storm necessitates the great
concurrence of clouds, the vast
exodus of their contents touch
down to earth.
Hard it cometh, gentle it passeth...
nothing of its fulfillment left in want.
By thunder and silence...the
discourse hastened unto...what of
Heaven...what of Earth?
By all intuition vast--what sought
shelter but moment ago emerges...
to Know thereupon.
Carried in, carried out--let him, let
her, Know...there is no other Way.