Friday, December 16, 2005



























its not the moving away but the movement toward that which draws it like to source
the course exacting distillation of the cause and solid forms that bear the spaces there between the structures of the infinite below to know the smell of sea and fog upon the shell of flesh and bone to own no vessel last and final coming to a place of crystal sands the lands forgotten form the former folly of a source design the stirring with the thunder
the force down under tempest winds in waltzes held in firm embrace blue arms blue face a subtle grace the anima that flies and feeds the young its flesh consuming widow’s male in crystal chalice held on high a personal universal walkabout willing collaboration with companions on the ruddy path the merry men and women retrieving sacred geometry of reason that which holds and builds cathedrals of the mind no person held in ancient weathered time r wise aloft r fed their saintly exploits to the martyrdom of having all the surface film removed with tethered knife or gallant sword walking through the walls of earth 2 realized all sacred birth from mothers of the stone the wonderment alone
is vision to a witnessed eye brief times of eternity n placement of events in places on the space of naught…immense that fit on heads of pins the distance immeasurable
place unseen except in dreams proverbial feathers brought back as some silly tale r story
at the bedside of a child a humble gift a story mild

sweet warm milk and cookie here
the story’s never new
retelling tales in different tongues
beheld but by a few

the fae queen held these treasure old
and placed beneath said trees
on tender rocks of solid form
n prayed upon her knees
to all the former forms
v deities divine
sincere in offering the all
imparting source design
a simple gesture to the all
natures mudra symbols signs
twirling once twirling twice
being spiral fire n ice
chanting all the never words
singing language of the birds

from there the silly story starts
from the stone a diamond heart
placed upon a tiny hand
in form of love’s delight
a gift to place upon the will
of both the dark and light

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