a bird is one thing--

that gives the sky

two wings.

it only sheds feathers

when it doubts.

when the moon

calls her own name,

and responds to it.

tides flood away.

every which wave a

fully responsive lover.

overcoming her beyond

phases.

water seeing thru change,

compensatory charms

too full for nakedness.

the dead center

of a cross is not

smitten with the

shine of newness--

not even consciousness.

unless it is the only

love that met it there--

where that's all there is.

Shiva's pulse has

slowed considerably...

change can barely

position herself

between.

the oath takes

the body with it

as it falls before

dematerializing feet.

through the ground of

being.

non-doership does not

look wan upon invisibility.

it cannot take itself aback.

you can't stymie

light by crying it

aloud.

if this realm abhorred

you, it would not have

admitted you.

anyway--

what a blessing to be

abhorred by space, if one

behaves as a vacuum.

you are attainable,

you are attained.

pray the paralytic lock

and key is lost--emerge!

rare appearances aren't

as precious as you may think.

saints come and go all the time--

for all time, resting between

a rock and a hard place.