sometimes you wake to it--

when supreme stillness can

feel like the moment Dorothy's

house touched down.

after being ****** up into a

cyclonic dreamscape of menacing

sound given to music and

discordant image.

that moment when her bed hits

the ground and her pigtails flop--

where she rises and opens the

bedroom door to full color.

Melting this
chest as a burning
polaroid...
those serpents
that hiss, those
doves downed
white.

Downriver...crystalline ventricles
gurgling, bedded stones believe
rest--greenhorn's hymnal.
Land kept at your sides, passed
and passing, love's dicast.
Gushed alter of the wayfarer,
perfect turn of phrase--spurred onward
gravity's lane.
A commingling smoke of candle and
incense--bird's parallel, lucid Coming...
divined gauge.
Euphoric to be had of earth,
overflow at rain's touch.
Errant yonder, solvent sketch...
at-long-last's monotone declarative.
Soul's minutiae in plain, downriver...
downriver...downriver.

Gilded Light's iron visage--wormhole rider...
cosmic switch breaker.
Restoring Lacyrma Christi in fell swoop...
decorated to Seventh Sun, heart of Heart's
medallion.
Distilled justice, pure in action to all its
vitals...sword sharpened by thin air.
Resounding honorary--there, anywhere--
when dark tips the balance...off with what
head before eye may blink.
A wrathful entry, a peaceful exit...there is
no Art of War but through him.
Archangel Michael, giver and taker of fear...
stores Satan's eyes in his own...to
perpetually unnerve him.
Dragonslayer to the degree dragons appear
as lush foliage all the way to Heaven,
cut down...plummeting to an entrail
darkening with sleep.

Kali leaves her snarling

nail prints in a tiger's

nostrils.

long after no one is

invited.

drawing dual grimaces

of respect.

can you feel the hooves that break

the ground of the alone?

that pounding pace strong enough

for freedom, can you feel it?

growing wild with the promise only

it can keep unto itself--held too close

for betrayal.

the manifest cut of the blackest stallion--

flanked with ocher by the sun it sets.

dearer than the life he runs for, and the

warring legs that lose their place in

manic motion.

their moment multitude plummets the

black stallion into his Heart--as the lay

of the land surrenders.

in the unblinking glass of his eyes,  

passing by and thru with clearest of

reflection--uncontainable bliss wets

down his jawbones.

his unbreakable neck refusing to allow

a head to turn that's cocked forth.

Golden-canopied fires of
a due sun's rising...
know which veils must
part as eyelids.
A light brought out
by light beyond fire's
intemperance...places the
dreamer's dream upon that
very effulgent happening.

if i say I'm

dying to hold

you--do not

attend to any manner

of speech.

you've overcome

the life of me and

drew out its arms.

likewise i you.

the
ones
i love
drip slowly.
when out
of Water.
each drop
takes the
sun's heart
away.
for reflecting
what's
up of
down.

the whole of life

handed a pivotal

moment.

hers by the giving--

taken by that.

lest a foundation,

him in part.

where mothers trust

in death.

roaring and reigning

shanty towns.

deuces wound up.

a snake's toungue

forking a road.

you're so close

to becoming

abstracted from

the mind.

the colors and

patterns might

maze you out

of commission.

till a dumbfounded

saint is made.

duplication is

rotten, it goes

bad when left

out.

an unkempt

temple cleaned

for food.

The stripes

of a tiger are

the claw marks

Durga Mata leaves

while riding it thru

the wild.

during certain

paroxysms, colors

trade places.

to be versed in the

views of different

windows.

a fully retained aspect

of continuous light.

there's a madness

asking to verify itself

with every word.

dust motes bleached

blond by shut blinds.

The Truth contrives

belief.

parch me a sea not

about its salt.

tongues hide behind

sets of teeth.

moderating vibrations.

a-tonement for sins.

while the last heart

of the matter kicks up

the dust of a lion's mane.

Sunlight rushed on your talons
as receding seawater...
the sand quickened black...
fine tuning stars.
Over-majesty...horizon's
scream vowed to silence,
~High on Light~
your crazy outburst of flight.
Weighing on air--
blank with groundless view...
spirit-sifted.
Solitary to the degree of
divine feedback...
moment to motion....
motion to moment,
perfectly still and air born.
A pounding and liberating
heart thousands of
feet above...
for below.
Feathers refined by fires
too dear to see...
more akin to what experience
Knows of itself.
Entire languages contained
in mere words...
that seem to be unsaid
in the saying.
You're the White bedside
vigil of life to death.
The Narrow Way
narrowed to nonentity...
till nothing was in vain,
and such became Suchness.
Love's love of being gave
your being...
as simply and fully.
Ashes to ashes, you fell
from a wayward sky...
a wiry Cruciform trembled
beside you as if on a
projection screen.
Perhaps to symbolize
you could go on forever flying...
or close your eyes and go on
forever in the here and now.
You are the stuff of dreams...
as I Am...
I don't know what else to call
you, but Eagle-man...
may you sleep deeper
than sleep
upon a purple
cloud.


*Based on a being I saw in a dream years ago...I tried to
put the being's essence into words.

this stomach's dressed

in its Sunday best...

beacause morning

wakes where it wants.

sleep makes its stops.

dead to the world by all

appearances.

beautifying.

what to say without

effect?

promises, promises.

cravings brought me

here afterall.

I keep my ear to the wall

as I chew.

guests keep helping

themselves.

please eat.

~Wincing in easing
waves...
grain of sand
in favored
hand...
white-knuckled to
Buddhaland~

Loneliness is
knowing you
are God, and
not knowing
what to do
about it.
You live to
die to separate
experience.

There's a vine shaped as lightning--
grapes bittersweet, supple...come to it,
each an epiphany.
Crushed, their red skin lets out juice,
life-yield.
Sealed up and put away...the body knows
its blood, wine-empurpled, crimson throb.
At the wrists, at chest, at temples, at neck.
A synchronized pulse keeps in touch,
batting wings.
It is love that's prepared...to move what's
been born of it.
Embodied to embody--there you are my love.
In shock we've been sutured One.
A forever downed to earth, to imbibe drunken
passion--to keep the body from falling over
lest by love.
No cusp more steady than two lips touching
tale--an Edenic one.
Yet--the more we juxtapose bodies, something
ruptures--hands go wild to clutch that ******.
In shame we block the parts that entered
one another so freely.
Shadows are broken light--love can be
prodigiously cruel, but who among us has heart
to expel such cruelty?
Thusly...the heart drinks deep...to benumb.

what separates

wheat from the chaff

is golden.

a blindness unearthed.

that which shifts thru

shuddering space.

twin of innumerable

births.

seven countries to

the eighth fountainhead.

birds of paradise

supping away at color.

purple is once.

Supreme with migratory

patterns.

bathed erratically by

that conjuring.

dried off to be taken

by air.

do you know what it takes

for the eighth limb of yoga

to raise its hand?

straight as a spine, long as

lifetimes at hand dragged

across the ground?

those sopping sounds of lips

that

forgive departed breath.

the outline of the eighth limb

draws itself into the ground,

foundational as the sky...

it's there we'll make home

my love.

where our irises will spread

in impossible recognition,

the interpenetration of the seer

seen.

love of all my lives~

Sine wave knuckles working the

cab interior of an elevator, thunderous

blows  story-ing up, down.

Cramming all those voices in a voice box,

a moral imperative to release them.

Exorcising a city riding a dungeonesque

shaft, all those broken by bread, crawl

my lungs as if trying to pry open a chasm.

No feet to my name, animal space for an angel's

consideration.

Thoughts like bypassed gut-checks of rats

crossing a third rail, vivid as Buddhist visualization...

modicum of composure, the elevator doors open.

People press in, as if finalizing the final frontier.