Intimacy

Can we get as close as 

Twins in the womb?

I believe we can,

By sharing our wounds.…

Unity

Come 

Now, hon, hum

To me a magic tune,      

That cannot be 

Composed too soon.

Your notes can free

My soul from me,

To wrap ‘round you,

Weave me through thee,

So where once stood two 

Shall instead be a 

Single, balanced, unity. 

An Ode To Endings

I know the face of madness, for I stare into it as long as I’m awake. Madness is what the mirror shows me, the mirror that faces me from beneath my skin. Though the world looks at me and sees exactly what it expects to see, the view from inside is quite different, as different as is the soul from the meat of a man. Oh, the outlines are the same: one man, one meat, one mirror. A different shape for every Earthwalker, different hues for each Deathstalker, a fate unique for every Soul-locker.…So the mirror shows: each quaking soul, mapless, pathless, on and on they roll until they fail and in failing, fall, through gates foretold of old, each to its awaiting hole, dank and black and immeasurably cold.

A Seer Serene

I have by either chance 

Or some strange circumstance, 

Seen past the past and 

Seen too the future dance.

Also, by means mystically gleaned 

From ancient magicians, 

Seen a vision of Time itself,

Naked, in its rightful form

Of discrete moments:

Bubbles lined up endless, and 

As I watched Time undress, 

One bubble caught my gaze, I

Focused and in that No-Time,

No-Space vortex, granted to my view,

Was one bubble within which I 

Saw you.

Was it once or yet to be?

My vision was too dim

To see but, still from reflex did

My eyes rise high to 

The apex of the sky, an act

No wish or will could deflect. 

Reborn was hope that some

Puzzle-pattern, 

Of fleeting clouds or 

Shooting stars, would your 

Embracing glance reflect,

Taking in both Earth and I,

All to mingle and to blend,

As mass to spirit does transmute

While explanations 

Are stricken mute.

That which once seemed “I”

Not even gods can now espy. 

Where once I’d had a punctured 

Soul, now it, I and thee are  

Whole.

Being has achieved its goal,

The diamond has been 

Pressed from coal.…

Now love is all and

All is love.

Everything that ever was 

Has found its place midst 

A matrix chronological,

Eternal, synchronous and,

As it always was,

Simultaneous. 

On Love and Time

Time is time which 

The clapper swings and 

Strikes the bell that 

Moves the heart.

Soul the soul that 

Ever rings, hammering 

Two spirits into one. 

Nothing that on Earth 

Could e’er be done, 

But in the Dreamtime 

That bell will peal

As the worthy down do kneel. 

As lovely light does 

Shadows cast,

The light of love that 

Ever lasts, though time 

Will ever try to fool the 

Eyes of those immune to jewels 

Compressed of love and 

Care and sweet desire,

All emotion set afire. 

So the fuse is lit

That will the past explode,

Flying fragments, hot and cold. 

Splintered slivers, new and old,

Bonds unbroken though the 

Years do try and in the trying 

Fail to rend the welded 

Hearts of blended friends.

Could I But See

I wish, no, I dream 

That what behind my

Shuttered eyes be indeed 

A truthful weave,

No false scheme or scene, 

No illusion of the 

Undermind, hid with skill,

Clever covered oubliette,

Like Romeo fell 

For Juliet, and while 

They played at death, did

Each exhale their final breath.

Had either known their 

Next roll of the bones

Would be their last 

Would they have passed 

Their final turn? Chosen 

Instead in solitude to burn 

That some vain hope 

Might their belovèd yet

Return to lands they both 

Once called home.…