thoughts – Page 9 – three good words

May 7, 2015

now

in steps
word for moment
sight opens wide to the n’th light
of what’s meant
to be
to be seen
together now
far beyond and yet so close

one step at a time
like a toddler curving up
out to the hand helping, holding
one more, just one more
until the muse
that silent call
descends like morning fog

dewdrop stars
icily fresh on the soul
feet of the mind
running

…

beyond now
lies forever for a heartbeat
one
and one
fingers slip on keys
pause
a thought

yes, now
and then now and now
yesterday, today
and one more
tomorrow
.

April 24, 2015

always, only

like rivulets of silk
darkly smooth in
mellow sweetness

the soul of a melody
is lodged deep down
your heart and spine
right in the marrow bone

and you wonder for three seconds:
why fear?
for in the depth
there is a height so vast
so far

you’re the prophet
with the chariots of fire
the dark lady worshiped
with lute and lyre
the throned god ruling
the liquid gyre

all those pasts layed to rest
calling quietly
to be remembered, known
aspired

so yes,
this is the moment
this is the time, there is no other
there is always, only
now
now
now
.

April 24, 2015

if

the questions we all ask ourselves
quietly, silently
terrified
or shy, defiant:

if I write
will they read
if I tell
will they listen
if I am
will I be

good enough
brave enough
that one true thing:
au.then.tic?

always, always
like a river rushing, raging
spreading into deltas of doubt

if I do
will I deliver
if I see
will they believe
if I try
will I succeed?

maybe in all this
the point is to not give in
to keep on going
to try and try again
until you can finally plant that mustard-seed.

March 30, 2015

one in many

‘sooth to the apple long in waiting
loaded dice in the garden walled
hoping for want of alter-
-natives come to the mount
hailing the greatest of all

two in the step of an altar
leaves spread crimson on graven gold
sky speaking curses to the one in many
lives lived ceaseless, manifold

then in sunlight one asking maybe
a wrong word written read and heard
in the dimness of a night’s torment
many things have been spoken
but few, so few, foretold.

March 30, 2015

two springs flow
clear against ancient bows
those sacred curves
rushing, slipping
silent-secret in shining liquid
quenching the sun
wetting monuments of once hottest blood:
molten stone erupting
oozing softly to the shore, burning
birthing an island in virgin foam.

seasons passed unheeded
storms raged and poured
and jagged peaks softened
deep as velvet, curved
seamed with crystalline white
bright-mystic black
silent against the endless surf;

yet deeper, and deeper still: the living heart
blooming bright against emerald blue
vaulted high and crisp
an untouched world
singing light and brilliant with wind-beat song.