WORDS OF LOVE

Your head, your gesture, your air Are beautiful
like an Emotion's landscape;
The cosmos' light plays in your words like a fresh wind in a clear sky.
The passer by sorrow that you fly very close to
is dazzled by the health which spouts out like the clearness of your Visions and Intuitions.
The resounding colors with which you strew your Words, in the spirit of the poets, is the image of a ballet of flowers.
These outcomings are the emblem Of your multi-coloured spirit;
I am thrown into an outward spinning, I have as much as I love!
Sometimes in a beautiful garden, wherein trailed my lifelessness, I felt, like in irony, the sun at my center,
And spring and the greenery tumbles from my heart, which grows from seeds, by the beckonings of Nature.
Thus I would like, Onebeingness, when the Moment of unveiling sounds, towards the treasures of your person, the White Cloud which parts the Earth from the Heaven and lifts to show the Moon,
which is my Soul in reflection.

WORDLESS QUESTIONS FALL LIKE CLOUDS OF HOPELESS WONDER
TO THE PARCHED AND BROKEN EARTH,
THAT CRIES FOR ANGELS' TEARS.
AS BITTER WAVES BATHE LOSS WITH SANDS OF LIME.
ALAS, OUR HOPES, ENTOMBED IN STONE, LAY FIXED FOR WONDERMENT
ANOTHER THOUSAND THOUSAND LIFETIMES, 'TIL FLOODS OF BRINEY TEARS
BURN THE EARTH AND VANISH INTO TIME.

LIFE CARAVAN

This life caravan is a strange course,

begun with strapped camels,
bearing the affectations of Living;

then at rest, deplete of provisions,

viewing the evening desert of dreams,

empty through the glass of abundance,

which does not approach again in tomorrow's morning,

when time unfolds with calm and ease,

when winds that blew are merely breeze......

Learn from Nature, from birds and bees

and live your life in love and peace...

for Love is what one gives away to please....

Ear to a Pulse

as i listen to the blood coursing beneath the skin, i can sense the hidden heartbeat that quickens my resolve to shape the edge of fate to lever hopeless dimensions from the cliffs of rational intuition into the abyss of art and longing, whence truth springs to form destinies from dreams and life from thoughts made whole in expression, thus creating a ghostly hanger for the rags of feelings that we call our lives.

L' ANGE HEURTEBISE

L'ange Heurtebise,
with wings of watered silk,
reveals an escalator
leading to the heart of glass
on the other side,
wrapped in linens
to ease the flow
into this world,
from the dreams on the other side.

POET OF THE CRYPTOGRAPH

The poet is done seeing by a length, seeing from an immense and reasoned, disordered state in all  directions. Through all forms of love, suffering, madness, he seeks himself;  he exhausts in him all the poisons, to keep only quintessences of them to dispel dark forces of unutterable torture when he needs all the faith,  all the superhuman force;  when It becomes between the All, the large cursed criminal, the miserable one, and the supreme Savant! - Because he arrives at the unknown! - Since he cultivated his heart, already rich, more than any, he  arrives at the unknown; and when, thrown into a panic, he would end, losing the intelligence of  visions, yet he  sees!  That, ambiguously,  he crêves in  bondissement,  by the amazing and unnamable things,  he will distance from other worldly beings,  starting  with the horizons where the others have subsided!

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

it is a matter of fact that we cannot unthink that which has been manifest and acted upon, even unconsciously....
the energy fields have been altered inextricably and permanently....one may only alter the alteration...that which has been "seen" is stored in memory, branded into some area where it can reacte with all thought processes into which it is linked by neurons......even suppressed words and images and processes may be divulged to consciousness or to active imagining by the chemistry of a cup of tea.....a look from a stranger or the sound of a bird singing.....and thus, quantum reality is astir with the passing by of a thought from afar....all that we think we know is Illusion.....there is no certainty......loving and being loved in the infinity loop is all that anyone needs.....and thoughts too incomprehensible to express

Cynical Retrospective

At first, Love is about seeing outside the inward flowing vortex of Self, then, it's about sucking it all in to the other side. Eventually, the possibility of the inevitability of Chaos posing on the shoulders of Confusion for an album memory. If you're fortunate, you still have your own bed when the tent collapses on the Show

THE INFINITE SEA

each grain from the infinite sea finds its place on one, then another, of countless beaches; and then another and another, till broken away it is, and vanished in a clear solution, does energy become, swirling back into oblivion, bringing from the mix the thoughts of thee and all the others that saw the sands ebb and flow to eternity; the lollygagging chorus make, in its wasting, a sound now reaching far space where time enfolds and, lost, becoming all events before and after, fuels the creation of tomorrows from yesterdays..then faint, becomes, forgotten the silent internode from which the universe springs, full-blown, again.



Worlds Bliss - Medieval Songs of Love and Death by John Fleagle

EVOLUTION

STILL DRAGGING GENES FROM THE SWAMP,
AND GRASPING AT COMETS,
THE FEEDING INSTINCT THAT MAKES A FLY A BIRD,
AND A MAN AN ANGEL,
COILS ITS TAIL IN MUD
AND WARMS ITS HEART IN THE SUN.