KNIGHT OF A THOUSAND STARS

Widening the sphere of touch
The paradox of real
In what we feel
Demands a realm of heart
Unfettered
With the ifs and whens
Or maybe in
Some other life again

Green knights
They
Come and go
And bravely think they carry
Vision quest of ages in
Embroidered pouches
Weaved from gallant teachers
From a multitude of realms
Aghast to find that
Only momentary sight
In place of tie and space
When searching only perfect face
And eyes
Those darkly heavy eyes
Dismissing all the grand disguise
Beneath the very roots that nourish
Trees if life

Averages win out
The sacred geometry of inertia
…Once in eons
By mere and perfect chance
Stands simple sedentary stance
Of clarity
A saintly/sinner sight
Past day and way past night
A diamond born within
A
Single
Clear Emerald
From ancient/future Isles
Green prism with the eye of god
He wills
She will
See past the matter of our choice
And through the void
With heart felt hand
Touch all those things not worthy of our love
Or fierce consideration
And with a gentle kiss
Extend the truth to all
And make them worthy
By this vision
Of the All

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