"to see the world in a grain of sand"
its not the flame of setting suns
nor the deer in flight
that sends me to thrall

rather the strivings that we share
and how the form we
sculpture there and here
creates potential
movements of our walk
upon these fields of being
something passed to generations
something for the real
something sculping all the ways to feel

Ah …a seer fully present in the day’s

Of number’s worth

And every second placing all upon

His gold -rimmed plate

The pure reality

Delight in struggles passion for the real

So carefully exposing one small

World in “grains of sand”

Each holographic image

Of the All

A perfect reach

And knowledge of the once

Eternal fall

The shaman with a foot in endless worlds

And present for the rituals that mark the path

(A stroking of the foot that set this path to his delights)

Rattles shaking

Ethers wisely finding/choosing herbs to heal

Or words to make us feel

With breadcrumbs from the meals

Last makings

For the Queen of linen

Building alters to the male

The Muse and inspiration for these bardic tales

The Goddess guise

Full form

Sea priestess for the Mage

An offering in gestures of a home

The living’s perfect throne

Where high on stadiums of ancient gods

The least can see

The parting of the oceans

And a way to Sea

So if I am a witness

As adjacent grain of sand

With sweet abandon do I hear your tales of rhyme

And I

Like her

Contain the whole of being there

As goddess of the life we all must share

As part of all the place and form of being

Building yet another alter there

To lay

In perfect prone

For all in adoration of the worth

Upon the shore of endless sands

In gratitude to all the lesser gods of Earth

And Matter

All mere elements beyond the perfect 4

This mortal coil hosts

Offerings of light upon the endless alters

Flowers from the garden of potential

A beauty rare

There

Portrayed

In simple presence

Of two hearts alone together in the round

My bliss is in the

Actuality of love in all its frailties

Held slightly there intact by choice

My bliss is knowing that this world holds beings

Wrapped in maps of greater strivings

Than the billboards set for drones in thrall

My bliss is knowing that if all this place of matter disappears

In angst

Or star-formed cataclysm

Random dire events forced by the averages of time

That there was on the shores of being

Two mere lovers in the round

Fully there

And present to the simple place of love’s intent

A struggle for the things of life

That’s meant to bee

Perfect presence on the path of

One mere

Poet’s brief encounter

With infinity

....(written with lv and respect for lover's held in perfect presence to the everydays)

And yet

I find these brave souls

Campers in the fog

Upon the mountain

As me best companions

Pockets full of D batteries

And a plastic flashlight

Sentinels

By the edge of the road

Only thing is

I never have been able to tell

(And I have asked them more than once)

…just what they do with all that light and dark and gray

"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us."
~ Author unknown

We do

We do “know more than we can say”

And from the very first

The Word has struggled to conceal

As if some secret name of God

Might once

Just once

Reveal

A comfort so profound

That its mere mention

Would entice a hidden bliss

A song or word

That means

A union

Or re union

Just one last sweet siren song

That sings our endless times

Of washing up on shores

The drama dreams

That keeps us looking out to sea

Thigh deep in brine and sand

A touch of real

Beneath our hand

I’m here within the multitude

That ventures to the edge of seas

Alone

Together

Gathering

With in and out of empty hands

Reflections of the stars

That glide upon the breakers

In the night

A part of me observes

The folly in the making of a Fool

And yet

All diamonds gathered

In the palms of Fools

We offer on the alter made of stone

Built long before we stepped

Out of

The brine

Perhaps it’s this alone

The indestructibility

Of all that can reveal

An indestructibility of all that we can feel

To feel the moon

Move through my blood is no mere dream

To please

Or open queenly stance

Its rather of the soil and mud

We reach our body through

A body flavor

Tasted by the whorls of ruddy liquid

Coursing through these veins

Our inner eye that sees

Our inner ear that hears the rhythm

As a counterpoint of

Ancient drums

I’m looking at

The place of all emerging flower patterns

In the sky

And I

Hum softly some

Random scatterings

Across the floor

Creating in the mind

Moses Staffs

That turns to snakes before the Kings

Or serpent tangled trees

Or is it lay lines of the earth

Not seen but gnoing the effects

And worth

Unlearning constellations

So as lovers we can relearn

All the valleys of the flesh

Re membering

All former shadows

Of our parts we scattered or’ the Nile

Twin mates within a womb of wombs

Retold as tales

To children in the round

A bedtime story

Of what love holds for us all

Not just one fall

But endless scamperings around the maze

Little furry things

We lift our eyes in wonder

As we finally stop looking at the walls

Lift voice

And make some birdie calls

to have heard/read one song
one tremulous and ancient voice
reminder
that the lines and colors of the soul
are but vague words
few shades of evening on the endless spectrum
of our dream imaginal
i live
the place of dreams
and dance
the chords of lines across the sky
horse tails
fish scales
the only vision in the place
of wind and sea
yes
treasure in and from the eyes
where past the word of tongues
a silent lift of gnoing
glimmers in the glance between
our breathing
seeming
ways
...i have to smile
and notice as your body shifts upon the chair
i saw the gesture there
that let encryption of the heart
be known
the winged one
you are
hands folded in disguise
your mask told all
while all the senses turned at
once both
here and there
casual in conversation for the world to see
but all the while our souls had lifted to the place of "yes"
and formed another
limb full bloom
beneath the oak and elm
separating roots
entwined within the earth
reversed
to depths unknown
forming waves and curtains on the wall
persephone's persistant dream
as i recall
to keep the dark at bay
and all the while your breeze of breath
had opened all the curtains wide
to gaze upon the coming dawn
.....but first
the passing of the night....