Purpose/ life needs purpose/ from arranged and curated choices/ purpose emerges/and if we are lucky/with passion
Month: January 2016
My parents wept/together/publicly/on day of the assassination/something I’d never seen before/soon I understood/they/ we/ lost much more than a King/precious hope died/but hope crushed/to the ground/shall rise/the spirit of King/of nobility/ courage/love/ mountain moving faith/ lives on
There are hearts
Uniting
Lives agreeing
To shed light
And love
Whether standing
In sun
Or rain
Storm or
Calm
There are hearts
Agreeing
To beat
As
One
Jaws
Just as there are jaws of life
to peel the wreckage open
and set the captive free
there are jaws of death
to strap devoured
bodies to boards of steel
swim the thousand eyes through
flesh
declare sentence or reprieve
justice irrelevant
justice irreverent
jaws of light
shall
swing open
someday
some far far day
when we exit to enter
the light
Jaws
Just as there are jaws of life
to peel the wreckage open
and set the captive free
there are jaws of death
to strap devoured
bodies to boards of steel
swim the thousand eyes through
flesh
declare sentence or reprieve
justice irrelevant
justice irreverent
jaws of light
shall
swing open
someday
some far far day
when we exit to enter
the light
Origin
We must fear the process of birth like death it was after all the end of the only world we’d ever known descends as we descend the birth canal twisting and writhing or ripped violently into almost certain death original fear is born in us to be triggered and renewed easily as we writhe and curl screaming into some dear arms the origin of fear is the invitation to life and though we do not…
Origin
We must fear the process
of birth like death
it was
after all
the end of the only world we’d ever known
descends as we descend
the birth canal
twisting and writhing or ripped
violently
into almost certain death
original fear
is born in us
to be triggered and renewed
easily
as we writhe and curl
screaming
into some dear arms
the origin of fear is
the invitation to life
and though we do not remember
whispering fear of life
is in us
just
as much
as desire
for love
over and over
we begin the struggle
into life
with every new turn on the
path
so meet unbelieving
yourself
screaming fear
yourself
with
sweet crooning love
Proper Rites
I am surprised
by messages about friends
birthdays
now long gone
requiems pronounced
forgotten
almost
perhaps futuristic immortality
or a lingering thread of torment
a speck of glass
in my eye
a twisted wrist from pushing upwards
and today of all days
just the date
flays raw what
would have been a
a milestone
anniversary
a lingering thought
of what
might have been
and was
again
and was
Proper Rites
I am surprised
by messages about friends
birthdays
now long gone
requiems pronounced
forgotten
almost
perhaps futuristic immortality
or a lingering thread of torment
a speck of glass
in my eye
a twisted wrist from pushing upwards
and today of all days
just the date
flays raw what
would have been a
a milestone
anniversary
a lingering thought
of what
might have been
and was
again
and was
Golden
Golden bough
is our mystery
to explain
where we stand
Golden bowl lies
cracked
the past irretrievable
to display
the terror we fear
by night and day
Golden are the shoes
that will carry my love
aisles
miles
and
into the dance
the joy filled dance
forever
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