The Western wind dropped away, Arresting the sway of tall grasses As sunset married the horizon. Stillness lies upon the sea Marking one day lost, an evening yet to come. It is the vesper hour Merging shadow and memory Of those loved and lost, Starfish who disappeared into wet sand, Leaving impenetrable imprints As first stars appear.
“Where am I going on this glorious journey? To your house, of course.” Rumi Together, we awakenOn this threshold day,Crossing over to warmth’s embraceWhere every leaf is touched by green-splendorCreating bowers where branches dance new life.Here, winds clean bones of ancient gristleExpanding Llorca’s green~ “Verde que te quiero verde…”Together in this greenEyes trust, expanding visionFaith rises ,calling wonderLove demands more.
Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn. Dreams, remembering what they have lived without, Covered in the dark life, Begin shaping the cold. We have come so far. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo. Yet, I believe. I believe that given chance, We meet our better Self. We take in this Stranger To break bread, Knowing we have so far to go. The time is now ~Pause the dance For love rises unbidden Seeking the un-forgiven, Turning to the patient Stranger Unfurling its wings. Oh better angels, lift us skyward!
If death weds us to new life,With soul as priestInvite me now to don white veilAnd sacred vows repeat.Weep not companion of companions,Does despair make you fear?Open to emptinessGrow clearBeyond good and bad,Beyond visions, or wings of desireBelow what’s not there,The soul casts its netLife longing its peer.
I can’t dance, I can’t fly, I can’t return I can’t weep, I can’t breath. I burn sorrow’s fire Heat beyond bearing, Singed black feathers, Fluttering in empty streets of longing, Lost hope, and memories of delicious laughter. No one applauds the miraculous muscle The unstoppable beauty poised, Waiting the last leap. In the quiet turning No looking back Only imagination opens To the unknown.
Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!