Just as the night bid farewell in the dawn,
The new sky blushed azure and she shone brightly
As if she had something so urgent to speak –
With a deep heavenly heave she leaned in…

“What if you are God’s perfection?…

It gathers beneath somewhere and drones
with throbbing vibration that seems so single
humming underneath our awareness each evening –
the faintest of sound crescendos to loud

They begin their chant and we sense it simply as
familiar back-chatter without meaning or nuance;
yet they sing in multitudinous voice and volume
as we casually sift through our meddling minds

Would that you count off your number and place;
how unknown you remain from our silly cognition –
in stillness you speak with symphonic subtleties
all those detailed levels of boring engagement

I’d like to lie on that sound as if it were my bed
wafting and rising in pretended tone-deafness…
If I’m not careful I’ll tumble headlong into dullness,
what such rest could give is benign of sense.…

I wonder what color the soul is…
I wonder what is the sex of the soul…
I wonder what the soul cannot forgive…
I wonder what it is that the soul wants most…
I wonder what abuse the soul has taken and given…
I wonder if the soul has ever spoken or been heard…
I wonder if there is anything that the soul cannot receive…
I wonder if there is something that the soul cannot take delight in…

I wonder if the soul is waking up…

tpt 8/2/2017…

Groping outward into mirky memories
Shall “you” stay there, will I insist?
Holding onto a beautiful picture
That has broken its frame and fallen…or Risen?

Shall I allow that “face” to turn away
Into another turn, where saints glide without boundaries?…

Streaming in currency of musical scale
You carve out a space with invisible touch

Kissing the flames in tiers of terse color
You smoke and burn the dew-dampened wood

 You move without sight, yet blinded are not
Feeling your way in chime and song

Moaning and singing without a distinction
You play in the trees with ceaseless vibration

 You light and lift the garment of Soul
With hymns that flit in patterned frivolity

 Dancing in death, you stifle a breath
Held short but a while, then released in new naissance

 Would you lift up the dust into storms of asymmetry
Converging the earth as if Life could stand still?…