The guardians of knowledge
Sit at the silent and emerald gate
Waiting for speech to subside
Indwelling action
The movement from heart to mind
And back again
When we are eyeless in surrender
We can see
Wooden beads slide into place”
Every bead a song
Every bead a story
In eyes that see all and hold these scorched truths
Beyond the emerald gates
Of the guardians of knowledge
An Imaginary Play of Sun and Shadow
Everything I thought I was
Or ever wanted to be
Were only whispers of someone
Else’s cobwebs
Held in a mirror I couldn’t see
Half dream images of
A shadow realm of kings
Sitting on thrones of empty skulls
That had forgotten how to dream
These shadow plays hopes in want
Of escape from reality beckon
Born and torn from a birthright cloak
That was woven and in silent sunlight given
Walk away oh journeyer
Walk towards your only home
Away from dismal passages of rhymes in shade
Of liturgies that never come
Never sit at the doorstep of
Cracked moments in time
We reject the sunlight out of feeling ill deserved
We seek shadows to comfort our mirrors
Draped in blankets and mourning cloaks
Rich in velvet and imagination
Cracked before time began
And worn with the leather of want
But these totems are not for thee
These totems are smoke not fire
And these shadows have no gifts for the dead
And we breathe amongst the sea
Foam fires of the living
So many things I thought I was
So many roads I wondered to walk
But never started the journey
And the journey is always hom
Practice
Every day I practice
How to live
Step
by
Step
Breath
by
Breath
Love
by
Love
Hopeful fusion of intent into motion and then, back again
I don’t want to do this again
So strive for proficiency in being
Which sounds too clinical for breathes or steps
But implies forward motion
Before the end
And we do it again
When I know that motion isn’t empty
Then progress
Cup of Morning
The coffee is in my cup
But Is It a cup of coffee
Or Is It a
Mirror of the morning full of ideas
That percolate in a steaming dream
Make the coffee real
Make each fully drawn sip matter
So the morning becomes the cup
Not the cup becoming morning
Drink
Certainty
The thought exists
And then it’s gone
Was it ever there at all?
Searching in a light on the shore
Dancing waves turn to air
They call in a roar
Underneath silent waves
Does that sound combine
In symbols of greater or lesser meanings
Certainty between the extremes
Though these extremes only pretend
Sound into thought into sound
The thought exists
And then it sings
In languages of animals and birds
And the tongues of words unspoken
Words that can never be told
But water hum in the certainty of silence
The searchlight casts to a deeper sea
The Word exists
And then it’s gone
Was it ever that at all?
Was it ever there at all?
Whispers In the Incense 