A fortress of matter seals unborn destiny
A guard stands blindly watching and waiting…

 Dark light pregnant with time and space
Dreams in death so deep and daring…

 Echoes of a past not yet conceived
Both fallow and fertilized, humming in silence…

 Like a borrowed grave in a nameless new garden
Death tosses and turns in restless slumber…

 What force could awaken such an impersonal landscape
With depth of complexity buried within?…

 

 

Death knows no fear;
No haunting to hurt.
It stalks in stealth
And crosses in Life;
Wearing a darkness
That feigns a leaving.
Shadows can see
Only in Bright;
Desire is humbly
Death’s bitter chagrin.
Love finds the Beloved
Rising up in the night!…

Where is the wick of compassion
From Candles snuffed out
Too often with violence?
Lying beneath now solid wax,
Awaiting a Phoenix to burn yet again!

Light the wick and quicken the wax!
Carve it out and trim it down;
For Flames to reach skyward
Need wax and wick,
Both birthed and berthed in generous care!…

When the darkness comes,
Do not turn or run;
Lest it creep and stalk,
Hiding in stares of mirk and mock

Walk not hurriedly past
When aching arms reach out to you;
For blind bumps and glances can bruise and scar,
Haunt and hate, hunt and hurt!…

 

 

 

 

Last night I danced with the trees
When they stole away from their stance
And prayed in the forest with the stars all about!

A branch caught my small clothing
And I ran laughing naked
Til pausing in a field lit by a great white ball

Twas the moon looking down
Holding me sway in her gaze
She grew ever larger as I stared in her face

I could see my own naked shadow in her smile
Seeming larger from the distance
With edges all ablaze

Then turning to dew drop
I poured into the sky
And dived in the cup of the moon’s fluid face

 

tpt 8/19/2015…