Sanctuary
In the place we call home- cool Carmel
rock shelters
- wounds
of warriors and slaves,
- staking
refuge in nations.
- New
homes crafted on ruins
- draped
with timeless shock,
- as
if, in leaving this place
- we
forgot pieces of ourselves
-
- This
is a mortal place
- a
blaze of nature
- and
vengeful memory
- the
scattered crumbs
- of
homes torn open.
- Too
easy to fathom
- the
normality of life,
- tea
and politeness;
- the
desert heart-beat of days.
- Do
the dead know borders?
-
- Yearning
through earth's etheric
- nature
is a refuge to itself.
- Here
can we sense the
- wind-bourne
kiss that moved Elijah?
- Yes.
We too nursed vengeance,
- Like
you, sliced good and bad.
- Like
you, we find ourselves
- in
this subtle garden
- Pathetic
and human.
-
- Let's
pass over.
- Together,
with melting flesh,
- Cherubin
of fear and mind
- Hoodwinked.
- Absorbing
freedom
- where
beasts drink freely,
- newly
named;
- blossom
of almond trees
- incarnation
of joy;
- and
man and wife
- in
seamless unity.
- We
are thistles, rock and sky,
- moving
waters christening sea breeze.
- Purified
by sun, we are dog
- mindlessly
charging space.
- We
are this hawk
- hovered
in stillness,
- a
blue core of divinity -
- playground
of angels.
-
- It
seems so simple now.
- No
sacrifice, terror or rage
- no
big bang of dreadful judgement
- no
measure of pain
- will
rampart Eden's gates.
- Only
soft, invisible longing
- to
blend with living;
- love
finer than changing worlds;
- only
peace in sweet ponds
- timelessly
waiting
- as
the word "other" lacks momentum
- and
we welcome ourselves
- Home.
-
- Only
then, Eden comes to us,
- Refuge,
sanctuary and bliss.
Four Mothers
Eve you call to me, sweet living dead
- naked
in sorrow and ecstasy
- timelessly
craving freedom for all.
- When
shackled in darkness
- where
love spills ungreeted,
- when
thorns screech the madness,
- you
beckon me lose still more.
- As
if healing moves
- through
your side of mortal.
-
- Hearing
melodies of daughters
- and
wanting to expel
- the
discord we left unchecked.
- Mother,
I know it's senseless
- forgiving
crimes unfelt,
- but
I, harbinger of guilt
- find
ancestral banquets now.
-
- The
ache of lost compassion
- fashions
pain to gold.
- A
bellowing rose pink wind
- splinters
forgiven light
- as
we learn to allow
- a
beauty so abundant
- that
merciless blessings run free.
Brother Solomon
I am my beloved and my beloved is mine…-
- As
I brush the wheel
- Of
this sand-caked machine.
- Into
the wilderness, my brother,
- clutching
the neck of your best friend,
- the
bottle you will abandon,
- like
a broken child.
- We
pass Bedouin whose bastion
- is
brilliant sky: bigger than us.
-
- Yes,
deeper to the Dead Sea.
- Two
children then in Brittany,
- Filling
buckets with infinite sand:
- then
it was good, then good.
-
- The
ocean sublime and still;
- Soft
winds vibrate through the
- Skeletons
of who we are.
- Spilt
wine on the bonnet,
- Dead
thing in the sand,
- Flies
and mountainous holiness.
- Two
kids burying themselves with spades:
- then
it was good, then good.
-
- We
drive to the earth’s lowest space,
- Where
breath parts revealing
- Your
beauty a labyrinth of pain;
- Wordless,
bewildered,
- I
make a star on your treasure chest,
- suffusing
azure, healing waves:
- The
restoration of one you forgot, yourself.
-
- You
put an arm on me,
- noble,
worried warrior and slave…
- Like
in the garden with Rufus the dog
- And
Easter bonnets:
- Then
it was good, then good.
-
- The
pebbles we pocket here,
- Richer
than financial figurines;
- The
desert wind louder than the reddest
- of
wines, and more alive.
- Healing,
we cannot fix it,
- Only
blend with its force;
- And
trust its ways are more
- mysterious
than miracles of mountains:
- Beyond
our grasp, moving through laws
- of
invincible formation.
- Go
forward, lonely spirit,
- My
beloved,
- with
feet twinned with earth.
- Release
the rage in frozen places where
- tears
fear to flow.
- Move
on, through dreads of freedom.
- Don’t
look back, God said (softly in your ear),
- Lest
you become a pillar of salt.
This Time
Hello teacher,
- I
know you in this light for so you feel
- soft
around me as you soothe and heal.
-
- But
now a cynic's smile betrays
- cosmic
joke naked clowning,
- as
if holy wounds require
- parody
in safest hearts.
- Yes,
witness ruby stains
- on
love insoucient.
- Here,
in sweetest holding familiar pain.
-
- There,
my father (feel how I love)
- on
bridge of rages
- intruding
with detail
- robbing
gravity from earth
- where
mother's art sealed it
- and
doors of communion (on my command)
- slammed
shut.
- Living
both longings,
- two
truths, fractured self;
- and
I, onwardly smiling
- harbour
forbidden fate.
- Distrust
-
- to
curse the cherished soul
- in
mortal frame.
- No
rehearsal of song,
- just
fucking freedom
- unites
that break.
-
- This
time, teacher, you too burned worlds
- with
wreckless flares.
- And
I, capsule of time
- feel
mockery of pain
- as
comic females rest sun-struck
- (is
that I in the light?)
- This
time, Angels,
- ignite
inferno.
-
- Waiting
in royal halls,
- unchoosing
breath of life.
- Loyalty
a learning
- just
how treachery snakes
- where
we forsake the light
- in
sensuous fear.
- Leaving
imprints to forgive,
- delicate
negatives of space
- where
healing calls.
-
- Hello
teacher,
- I
know you in this light for so you feel
- Loyal,
as you soothe and heal.
Finding You
"Fear", you said, "is in you."
Fear like grief, like longing,
Like a lust.
Fear like a butterfly's hour,
a fountain of light-
the edge of unknowing.
Fear - the space before
Surrender.
Opening now, can I open?
finding comfort
In depth?
High, on upper floors
Gathering torn scraps
Of composition - the music
That vibrates somehow
In our creation.
A good soul comes here,
Telling of essence -
How it can only attract.
Where will we be attracted,
my beauty?
In apprehending roots
Of moments constantly lost?
In the wail of tear-drops for the ocean?
Or in a single cell
On the upper lip
That consumes space to sense
The miracle of touch?
When the heart splits into
Ribbons of silver.
Flying into darkness
And disolving in wonderful nothing;
When the mother bear embraces
Herself;
When the lover bonds
With everyone;
When rain falls
(between, no, within the drops);
When the clock stops
And listens
To silence easily pulling
Time to the blissful vacuum
of eternity;
When eyes meet
In pure perception,
When the scent that follows you
Diffuses.
When we allign like beams of light,
When you are gone, are gone.
Adoring then I find you here
In the space between naval and neck,
In my fingers,
quietly courting the waves
That divide future and past.
Unaccusing
miracle to exist.
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