Zenith

Seeing stones and sills go by
I see these things and start to cry

So many notes are gone and missed
I reach to feel them, shores to kiss

I greet You and I rise up tall
I want to search the Garden’s sprawl

To wander freely, touch what’s true
To love as greatly as You do.

An Inner Inquisition

Timing is everything
Timing is gold
Sending our signal
Out into the Fold.

Wandering spotlight
On moment
On space
Leads us to now
To where we must face.

Beyond this mere slice
We must reach
We must grasp
To seize the ordinary
Audibly *gasp*

A shock to the system
Of mediocre life
But what would we be
Without inner strife?

Distress

Who are you?
Who am I?

A swelling, cataclysmic ride

Pulsating, gyrating
Bend and contract

Pushing and pulling
Ever more in abstract

Who do we resemble?
Who are we now?

From the pale moon shadows,
Bleeding the cow

I can’t even fathom
The perfect One here

But I am just covered
And smothered by smear.

Undulations

Butterfly visions
Abound in the wrist

– A flick of a tempest
– A wick of a cyst

A fiery sorceress
Tempts and expands

A wizened old mistress
Unfolds her worn hands

A child underneath
A girl yet unborn

A teenager
Sullen and stricken with scorn

All of these women
Are here with me now

They speak in the spaces
That I can’t avow

They leave a mark, sudden
A contemptuous spark

Lines that condemn – and affirm – from the start.

Vessel of ‘Me’

Cringing in blackness –
Greed of the seed
I don’t want to enchant
These things that I need.

Forsaken souls parted,
Drifting afloat
Aloft of the carcass
Missing the boat.

What if our vision
Is only a ruse?
A giant game started
Only to bruise?

Happenchance meetings
Run wholly amuck,
Heart strings strewn all around
And I’m stuck.

A piece of me here,
A piece of me there,
A piece of me drifting
Away to the lair…

Located down,
And deeper down still,
Launching through waterfalls,
Leaping to spill.

I cannot be here
Any more than I
Can keep this work started
And here by my side.

Heart Song

Sightings, songs, lullabies
Starting down the road

I see myself before the seeds
And where I need to roam

“Please be by my side today,
and exist within forever.”

“Of course,” I hear, replied to me
“Why would you think it’s never?”

Heart-Shaped Herring

Boney, stringent
Lines that cross

Steely gazes
Minds of loss

Pearls of wisdom
Lined up, neat

Beaten down
With golden wheat

Trusting no one
“Who is there?”

Fraught with misery
Winds that scare

Solace seeks us
– Every – One –

Yet turned away
We look for Sun

The rain will fall
If only we’d ask!

The hidden heart flutters
“Are you up to the task?”