To Be a Ghost

Rising from bed,

Wobbling on feet

That I could not feel

 

Creeping into rooms,

Swaying with Thoughts

That I could not grasp

 

Feeling myself

A Ghost

Hidden from the World

Mind detached from Body

 

A lone Memory

In a soft

And most quiet

Darkness

 

To Be Color

Lying still in my bed

Silently watching with closed Eyes

As the Temple slowly resolved-

Spiraling kaleidoscope pillars

Of royal purple and sunrise orange

 

Images and Thoughts raced through me,

Pulling me Deeper

Beyond the Veil

Past the Curtain

Onto a new world’s stage

 

I was an actor with no lines-

The Fool.

My heart throbbed with Fear,

But from my chest blossomed Truth:
Trust is Real.

 

Time was forgotten.

Language crumbled.

I came to know

Of that Nameless Something

Waiting Deep in the Dark.

 

Full Circle

The wooden porch groans with me as i sit,

Calloused hands sounding like sandpaper

As i rub them together for want of warmth.

i had always mused about kicking back,

Toking up,

And watching the fireworks.

 

Now that the End is finally before me,

i know that i want to have a Mind

As clear as the Sky above.

All clouds have been swept up

By the Wind-

The Breath of God, methinks.

The dark vortex hovers high

Over the horizon, our growing red giant

Embossed behind it, like the blackhole

Is a black vapor, and around it a

Kaleidoscope of Fire,

God’s Eye shining a last sunset.

 

Something salty drips from my face;

Tears or sweat i know not,

But the awe-full wonder cripples me

As Passion and Fear burden my knees.

i kneel

And whisper something unheard.

 

my Prayer is lost in the invisible hurricane,

Like just another blade of tall grass

Of the early-Spring meadow all around,

Plucked thoughtlessly from the Earth-

Stretching towards Time.

The Sun has nearly touched our Home’s curve.

Forget-Me-Nots join the spiraling cyclone,

Blue and white petals flying identic

To the butterflies that have long fled.

The golden seed pods scatter in a sea of spores,

Tickled by Sunlight

And soaring skywards to the unknown.

 

i feel a flourish of Air that lifts me

Just as the Land below splits where i was.

The house crumbles behind and beneath me.

It is slipping down into darkness when i look,

While i Ascend,

Feeling this Darkness is different.

 

i resist the primordial urge to close my eyes

As Oblivion raises me up to greet It.

Am i a Sage or a Child? Already i’ve forgotten.

But the flowers i still remember, the Pure colors

A Cradle

Caressing me where i float.

 

The Sky is Fire and Dark now.

my hands reach up for something unseen,

And in my gesture i grip a pod.

It tickles my palm, and a giggle is heard.

The End

Hurts neither the seeds nor their holder.

 

A Boy stirs from slumber,

Inclined against a Tree.

 

The dark Sky is streaked with Color.

Down floats a Golden Something.

 

Our Minds are Orange; Our Souls are Blue

There is a dissonance

That seems inherited

In the Human Condition,

Wherein we do not always

Think what we Feel

Nor Feel what we Think.

 

Our Bodies are as we train them, 

And perhaps our Brains too.

But the Mind and the Soul–

The subjects of our Experience,

Can be in a great conflict of Color.

 

Our Minds are Orange,

A chaotic mess of disordered flames

Full of contradictions and strife.

Reason prevails, 

Even beyond belief in God, many would say–

Even beyond Love.

 

But our Souls are Blue,

A soft sort of sadness and longing

That is vast and often

Unbroken by Doubt.

Inside the Nameless Somethings

Rest our Faith and Hope and Love,

And from these we must ne’er depart.

 

We Could Live Differently

We believe in the wrong things,

Running around chasing our tails

Like self-eating serpents,

Our own flesh rancid

In our merciless mouths.

We smear the Earth and sneer at Time;

We besmirch the vegetation-clothed Mother

And fear the dark-clad Father.

We chase God

When Divinity was within Us all along.

 

We outlaw Insight:

No, no! No alterations

To the mental course must be made.

Ban the plants, ban the Meaning!

We cannot Trust Ourselves to

Use Nature’s honeyed abundance

For anything but harm.

We control others because

We fear ourselves.

 

Put on the clothes! Dispatch the animal!

We cannot let the silken or sand-coarse skin

Be exposed to the Elements–

To feel the heat of the Almighty Sun

Or bathe in the Silvery Moonlight

Or drip wet in the Eye of the Storm.

We cage it all away, like the animals

Our egos think we’re so above.

 

But who says this is how we must live?–

Who said–who will say–why control

Must cage us from the World?

Even a castle can be a trap,

Its every hall smelling of rich metals

That have long since rusted.

Because the castle is dark and dank,

And every room is a dungeon in disguise.

 

We could live differently,

Setting before Man all the tools

That could change the World

And letting each decide

Like a Carpenter

How the castles will be built–

Not by a controlling hand

But a Free Mind.

 

Heptagon of Humanity

At the top of the structure

Meet Love and Trust,

Two radiant rays of white that meet

At a radiant corner pointing Heavenwards

With the best parts of Us.

 

But beneath Love, Fear

And beneath Trust, Doubt

Facing each other, both as dark

As the Night that knows no Moon–

The most directionless of Us.

 

Trailed down from Fear, Hope

And under Doubt, Despair

Greater opposites never known–

One glowing bright, one deeply dark–

In perpetual battle, never touching.

 

And all this built upon a base of Ignorance,

A greyness that is almost blue,

Like fog over water–

The veil of dull Mind and cloudy Spirit.

Creature of Dark

That white dinner plate, marred by the

Ash

Of merciless space-stones–

That I kneel afore like ‘tis 

A princess, pure of heart and mind.

 

The dots of Light scattered across the sky

Beam at my beaming expression

As I thank the World for the endless painting

Stretched out over the knee-soaking dew

Sprinkled over the field like the princess’s tears.

 

I weep too, salt soon chilling my face

As the breeze shifts to greet my bared body,

Naked as a babe or a fully shorn lamb.

Nude as though knelt at the princess’s

Bedside. In reverence of her holy emmanance.

 

I ask her for nothing.

In the silver-streaked meadow of bluegrass

I simply am and am content to be

By the side of that quiet and mournful mistress

Who knows only dark, same as her suitors.

 

The Deepest Reflection

As Above, So Below,

So go the words of old–

And oh how right they were,

And how little credit we give them.

And how? How did they know?

Look, lo, look!

The stars, the galaxies, the Universe!

Low! Look, low!

The lobes, the receptors, the Neurons!

Look how they cluster and spread

Like branching limbs from a

Nameless Something.

See how similar the pair are.

See how the patterns show Design.

See how

As it is Above

So is it Below.