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.

The spiritual ladder is somewhat the same for everyone
"Archaic" beginnings as the spirit takes growth
Into "Magical" beliefs that fill our hearts
With Utopian reprieve

Yet the "Mythical" awaits like a principal in the next room
Wielding the Bible Belt of fundamental values
And if we were truly blessed we reach for
"Rationality" the next rung
On the ladder of spiritual evolution

This is the kicker:
Rationality leads to Agnosticism
And Atheism
But have no fear
For if you truly have the gift
The next rung will soothe your
Wayward soul

"Mysticism"
This is where you will find the masters
The Shamans
And yes, some Saints
Those who are known to live in the higher states
States of Enlightenment
The realization of Oneness
It is locked inside of each and everyone of us
It rears its presence in spiritual spikes
On the lower rung of the
Ladder Of Spiritual Evolution

So in conclusion
Only those of the higher rungs
Are the ones that we can't understand
We are not there yet
Or at least I'm not
Not this time around anyways...

These burgeoning essences--
serve themselves beyond
senses, five.
An opulence who awaits
one hand and foot...come
their late greatness.

Crescent moon
I am full with void
touching light

Light*  disrobes  with
dark  strokes--
to  ward  off­  hordes
of  heavying  spaces...
baring  of  baring­
posthaste.
How  askew  the
emancipatory  appears
entrust to lightness.

That gasping when the hole is torn
though ever slowly worn
That sudden anguish at a loss
  fire fights with frost
That deep struck wound
as lovers end
was not first born in man
But borne upon the Greatest Heart
who feels each sorrow deaper
than any creature can

For at the bite of Adam
Curse!
10 billion souls were lost
Though suspended in unatmospheric space
their eternal joy was tossed
The Sorrow of Divine
Deepest
Cruel Heartbreak