he says:
I want to hear the sun..
on me
1.
cover the width of a personal compostela
the yellow-and-black bird
flitting
branch to branch
endless
square patterns of light
half-cut
into shades of green
and slant
oblique
2.
making headway now
companions on the path
passing by
auburn creature with lolling tongue
looks with such kind eyes
glittering diamonds
sun sits on tip of wet nose
he seems to be saying something...
some evanescent message
thoughts are ventilated
tones of silence seep in
wild flowers in amaranthine bloom
sway in nature's perpetual dance
always moving
3.
what happens to arboreal ghosts
when we prove efficiency by cutting the arms of living trees
and with it
extended family of foliage?
monk passes slow
nods in quiet greeting
a bare half-smile
enough to reach
yet just truncated enough
maybe
to prune
is needed /
4.
how many more steps to tread
before *the why becomes clear?
trod so far
sought so wide
read so much
travelled so intense
this journey alone
proves so arduous
5.
alone...
struggled with hidden pain he discovered beneath the layers of happiness....
suffered hunger and thirst along the way....
washed in ***** rivers with no soap....
had to clean his **** with dusty leaves in the eve....
and remembering to eat
what to eat...but berries in the dark
and he cried, oh how he cried
from a place no man should see
such a dark place
demented and wicked souls at the doorstep
of hell
would shrink at
but first
in order to do all that
he had to wrestle with himself
and die inside
he could no longer fail to consent
no wistful little prayers
or wide-eyed flower-eyes
nor awe born in luxury
yet
for all that...
6.
in a little while
you will get what you want
if you give enough people
what they want
pray in secret
in the sun
the boy with the Jesus sandals
walks on
his journey
has
begun....
S T, (thursday:) 4 July 2013
one can find one's compostela...in yer own backyard :)
enjoying a rare ginger-tea with (deliciously sweet-soured) singed tomato on buttered toast...and listening to this fine song! >>
sub-entry: 'Dearly beloved' - - Fred Astaire
Songwriters: KERN, JEROME / MERCER, JOHN H.
Tell me that it's true,
Tell me you agree,
I was meant for you,
You were meant for me.
Refrain
Dearly beloved, how clearly I see,
Somewhere in Heaven you were fashioned for me,
Angel eyes knew you,
Angel voices led me to you;
Nothing could save me,
Fate gave me a sign;
I know that I'll be yours come shower or shine;
So I say merely,
Dearly beloved ~ be mine.
Repeat Refrain
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBVmPxQLKTg