Jupiter is star-like tonight
lumbering in the darkness
throwing its gravity about
picking on moons and asteroids
while brewing storms and lightning

From afar it seems crystal
sharp, isosceles rays of light
an ornament in the cosmos
fingers point, faces uplifted amazement
in cold clear black silences

Io, knows its tyranny
stretched and pulled for millennia
calderas of lava rage and flow
blood blasts of internal strife
turning in unknown tranquility of space

-cec

again and again
the, Thy, story does not end

I watch the people come and go
near lake's hidden lilys, again and again

fiddle like winds play a tumbling riddle
brown leaf ghosts dance music eternal

distant wild cactus flowers crack open
like Rumi's heart, a sacred mystery of love

where wind chimes sound good bye
and Theseus' ship still sails, by and by

-cec