please leave your

doors open to their

windows.

ringing in the light-strands

of newly old years.

I'm a cut out of you.

with no one to fool,

**** it.

let's make it interesting.

there are incredible

levels of devotion, that

make a spider web of

your bed--barring you

from sleep.

thought for thought for

thought in pull.

from the living and the dead.

death has such

a distinct taste...

reliving the palette

of stained glass.

levitating sanctuaries

housed by dominion.

burning keyholes,

acoustical churns.

ready with acceptance.

please come in.

there's such a lithness

to limbs which traverse

a slanted staircase

highlighting a figure.

they take their liberties--

while looking your Mother in

your eyes.

they're entitled to this--

because they part themselves

from the crowd to proclaim

their presence alone can straighten

the crooked limbs of loneliness.

having watched what always passes--

lowering themselves into that salvific

flow.

coming up as a pinnacle washed over by  

reshaping clouds.

the aggregate tumble of shorn cycles--

saturating karmic dream sequence.

with the wide open eyes of a fish, The

Ocean rolling over them.

they tell you they love you, to set themselves free--

then tell you they set you free.

they take their liberties.

i just realized,

seeing ink bleed

back to back thru

a single page--

disturbs me.

almost like a

serpent trying to

work out its

bifurcated

tongue.

as the mind lives its life--

it wanders among lifelike images.

attempting to concentrate the

three rays of time into a single point.

to pierce the purgatorial fruits it bears--

and render its art omnipresent.

i knew i

had fed hunger

when teeth fell

on a bottom lip.

lifting from imprintment...

the staves of silence

preparing food.

An avalanche on the sun...
white light face-first...
Union enters a beginning
and end, Union exits a
beginning and end.
Radiance passing out
radiantly...coming to
radiantly, at every mortal
moment.

Inner strength
is no different
than light gathering
as a horizon.
A transcended line.

lightning wanted

thunder in

reverse...

just to strike a

TREE.

charred to

foliage.

where it stood.

Light knocks skyward...the world opens
unto itself.
One immense illumination felled--
despite ourselves we find shadows
outstretched...rationed eclipses to
ground.
The light of the world secreted...
becoming ominous upon thee.
Motioning, as if haling the soul's
transport...the living seem untimely.
As an arm raised to the wind to better
feel of it, discern direction--a handful of will.
We pull one another from moments...
and in that pulling agree that time has
passed.
We wear a mind of welcome--to make
our way through what's forbidding.
Light knocks skyward...the world opens
unto itself--we were meant to move and
be moved by its embedded cognizance.
Till love has become of us, and the light
of the world we are...undone.
For that which knocks must be answered.

light-logged...

watching the stomach's

hole wanting to be filled.

a foot on the throat of hunger,

a throat with words that won't

come again.

somehow besting the unutterable.

You who would
give the world
back to itself...
came into it today.
You've entered
yet again, where
entry was barred...
your starry rising
trembles in a host
of eyes.

Leaving off where other things
begin...seems to insure a
re-invitation to that leaving
off.
Space wearing itself...relishing
in what forgot to check itself.

There's something to be unsaid
of becoming a nonevent...where
the Truth be told by light's third
person.

on a crowded bus

i brushed by a

woman a step

forward from

stupid.

court-esy, common?

as music was ripped

from my ears.

i got disgusted enough

to leave it lying down

between notes.

now i have no

earphones, but i still

got music in my ears.

though i did think about

them laying on the bus'

aisle like a writhing

metaphor.

morning gave all of

herself while wandering

my wall.

it was where i came to

know poetry was possible.

i slapped that wall like

blue meeting a sky for the

very first time.

there's such

a lilt to:

Li-la.

it hits the

roof of the

mouth--

to reach the

roofless.

a Shiva lingam

accents The Word.

so black it can see itself.

a touch purple with

communication.

dress flowing
to fringes
of space--
her untouched
hands upon
hands smoothing
its creases.
with the delicacy
of a bird dying
mid flight.
where letting go,
goes not a moment
too soon.
that's your elegance.
you put your lips
to all creation too see
if it fevers.
knowing you're
always responsible.

The Bride which was its essence unto woman, the
Bridegroom which was its essence unto man--the
Living Epithalamium.
Generational rings slipped on and off the earth...
whose lives lived, and to be lived amongst the
manifold induction to creaturesque contention.
Championed, as to be made in the Image that
allows All--and of that All as it shone upon this
earth...the Bride and Bridegroom emerged from
that blinding Light.
...Partake of this your earth, a still unshakable
inner voice implored, for you would not be, nor
this earth, were it not for my longing that you
should partake of it.
You are fruitful, so how shall you not go forth
and be therefore.
This life has neither floor nor ceiling, what is down
is up, and up...down--that is so ye may be chastened
by the ineffable...Living Epithalamium.
Love, were it not--pit against for hatred's sake...
as if in your time I stood opposed in my own--we
could and should tire of such time...as to relent our
time to one another, thus be rid of it.
Transfixed...thy face--resolute as to crumble stone...
wed be as you are, and ever shall be...so loved One...
by the Living Epithalamium.
Thou art an open Wound dressed and redressed...
delivered thereby.
How so of many a time, and no time to dearly depart
from that Wound...were question, question enough...
O Living Epithalamium.

at even-ing I slid down from a boulder

into her

world, just as the bay began tinting

movements more lithe than water.

what was high of her tide reached out

as a dark wayside, arresting its

ongoing flood of beat-back ripples.

it was there I wanted to take some

kind of lasting hold of her living

waters.

internally covet a piece of her flow--

manifest perfect memory at will.

I was carried off, in sounds of wetness

and I floated the same as I drowned--

she was everywhere.

all I could do was slide down, and

know there can be nothing taken

away from experience--but the

breadth of her love.

sometimes Aum

stops

you dead in your

tracks...and locality

liquefies.

a point fully degreed...

torrent of torrent

light switch.

words,

and long walks

on water.

volume come  

the depth of

transparency.

there is a

worship,

of  breath

in sync.

the sides

of a mountain...

moving up

and down.

too still with

piercings

of sky.

loss makes

no sound...

as the digits

of its lovechild

wriggle.

as lock and key come

of ether--and the purpose

lost on both.

the door flung open this

paragon of perfection--

barging in upon the jealous

company of The Fates.

made to flee.

there's a clearing in

every killing-time,

i know where it lie.

it's mystery unfolds,

as a footless safe passage.

a noble hunter kissing

every footprint of her

lotus feet.

grounding the sky.

Change does not plead for itself...
change seems to live in the heart,
to core it out.
Till you can love and leave everything
you see.

a lump in a forest's

throat rolls around.

until one of its

creatures have been

chosen to sleep way too

peacefully.

in their spot.

i called you more

than my own--

made

one creeping thing.

if only to stand

for a battery of

self-examinations.

honors in hate,

honors in love,

and all that stands

between.

bovine neck

broken

to produce

two horns.

the finery of

that crackle

made yellow believe

its color.

as flies were made

for their curious

round.

flirting with those

two tips, with the

proviso of being

impaled.