White Crow

Mist shrouds,
the horizons' shoulders,
as a wary scene
from an archaic moor.

All is stillness,
ephemeral quietude,
save the ticking of clocks
slightly offset.

And it begins,
a crystalline beading
of geometric precision,
petals of dew fall like veils.

 

Fragile robin-egg blue sky
lies striped between,
banks of pinkish-gold.

These layered feathers,
wisp fallen from a fast moving front,
burn in evaporation to a fading mute.

Then the night creeps in,
on soft winds.

Waiting for the power to return...

Communications abruptly disabled
by random imperfections.

Caught, once again,
in the web of assumptions.

Feeling that I would quickly
embrace your presence,
after a hard days work.

A song arises;
a dusky murmur of frogs, crickets,
birds and wind stirred leaves.

I will wait here.

A quick glance, but it is not you.
Why would I have thought,
you would find me regardless?

 

An accepting of the bitter-sweet nectar,
of all that is interwoven,
in this retrograde bliss.

A feeling of your homeopathic gifts,
of attention,
these offerings are a frequency.

Who is invisible...
this I that appears not
in the mirror reflections.

Why react to the angst,
of one you wish to hold close,
a simple response will do.

Close is this but territory now..
this fear of losing
how we are seen.

We misunderstand
the placement of intent.
The need to bind materially,
rules out merging as energetic nebulae.

The blissful vast curling thorny rivers,
of emotional paradoxes,
linger.

I stand in this solar flare
till the burning purifies
my psychic debris.

What is gained
is this releasing of self
into Self.

Sinking alone into the cushions
under a net of jewels;
Sparkling immersive darkness is then...

 

Solace within these howling winds;
rain-swept expanses.

Shaking off a flurry of leaves;
dead twigs falling.

Moisturized bark, unseen by roots.

Glory of majestic branching,
color splendor,
muted within these
slow moving amber veins.

All these pulsing dreams,
unheard and rumbling;
spiral of coiling memories
growing in rings.

Deliberation of extensive limbs,
each a cautious choice.

Full, aware of decay and moon.

Night-bird resting in branches of song.

All under the milky-way of skin.

Reclaiming, as sacred,
this voice asking to be seen.

 

Spark of newness
in that ones
bright luminous eyes.

She sees, beyond the beyond,
with memories vaster
than a Gurus lineage.

Oh and what of conditions...
the bubbling laughter;
questioning words, words, words
with knowing
straight from source.

Spinning spiral galaxies emerging from her smile.

Bless me with your silent glances.
Teach me your unshaped vastness
with a simple gesture.

Lead me from the known into the Now.
Give me space to run in these primordial vortices.

The Bliss of having All Love, as obligation, is hers.

No fear or doubt,
just this hand
that leads me back.

Back to where all began...

This is still in you.

Our daughter emerges from the Abyss
on a rainbow spiral,
she fills the womb of my heart with kindness.

 

The first rain of june falls,
like cold black pearls,
dotting my skin with droplets.

The grass, bark and earth
forms a slick spongy bed,
to kiss my seated observations.

Crystal spheres glisten,
pendulous on each needle,
arousing the pines darkness.

Nature, an immanent empress,
demands naked rationality
and hardened simplicity.

Her moisture penetrates,
feeding hoary swollen roots,
under the verdant moss;

While steady downpours
wash away the notion
of being a sheltered witness.

Purifying in its equality,
all is saturated
under a cloud-laden sky.

 

Come,
descend into the depths.

Walk bare with the earth,
sending your roots deep.

Burrow your energetic tendrils
down to the core.

Arrive beneath,
where lightning spikes
can neither start nor end.

The dark is not visible,
like the noonday sun;
a puzzle, connect piece for peace.

Here are the veins of alchemy,
crystalline streams of unseen beauty.

Here are shifting plates
of massive continents.

Here there are currents,
non-radiant blending
as densities of shadow.

Integrate the unconscious,
let unblocked energy renew you.

Merge with this jet absorption.

Don awareness of transparent amethyst
laced with a filigree of liquid gold.

Why externalize with segmented
wand, cup, disc or sword?
Welcome consciously reasons complement.

 

Ancient One, of bearded moss,
coils to curl these python boughs;
lichen-scale flair blends barkenly,
as hoary canopy glistens in sprawl.

Light and glossy, coats the rain.
Prancing droplets, fleet of feet,
nimbly skip in rind rivulets;
down and over, in and around.

Slow to listen and most reticent,
speaking thunder by grumbling clumpy;
further gloom by wind howled leaves
and a final cast of red glow witch-wild.

Effervescence returns, wry sprite of hills,
'We age the same,' she says in passing.
'Yet I of restless spirit fly.
Why stop, should I, by such as you?'

'Naughty, fickle siren!' He rumbles.
'Be gone with you then...
Who shall harbor you hence,
as you awaken within?'

 

Caress of tendrils,
fingers rippling like streams,
in smooth listening waves.

Offering an embrace,
as a gift of self;
trembling with closeness.

Keyed to the slightest whisper,
Muse of the gentle breeze,
your presence has a firey echo.

I need but your absence,
to start the swell
of irrational rip-tides.

Kneeling in fullness,
my head rests on your womb,
to offer service.

Unleashed from bonds,
of lavish guided cares,
I willingly continue to linger.

Trained to feel the subtleties,
of your changing moods,
I rise to fulfill my sacred duty.

Ever, anew.

 

Love love love love love love love!

It's a word that sounds better
Seven times over
Or so I'd like to think

 

Yay! More sylvan poetry to read!

I tell you, man, you are one of my biggest inspirations/influences. I can't get enough of your poems.

 

Suddenly sadness embraces,
this melancholy absence
settles like a shroud,
silencing me as an eclipsing friend
strikes from the shadows.

This palpable isolation,
of reactive cores invisibly
revealed as blinding radiation,
not simply a frowning countenance
more direct like slashing retrogress.

What can I remove,
when already a stripped offering
on the cool lapis block of indifference.
I lower the pulse
of this racing heart, to murmur.

Is this the newness
you wish to hear echoing
in the vast canyons of bottomless depth,
these farewells of effected affection
colliding like a mirror, splintered.

 

I remove my watch​

to write by starlight;​

this sparkling cloak,​

of inky velvet,​

unfurls its wings.​

Nubile darkness descends,​

slowing the rhythm of breath​

to a whisper,​

her rippling power​

awaits in crouching awareness.​

A pulsing heart,​

thundering drumbeats,​

circulates streams​

of incorporated lifeforms​

through prominent veins.​

Phosphorescent spectral eyes,​

shinning ghastly like will-o-the-wisps,​

are her only betrayal;​

unless she simply closes them​

to amplify scent and sound.​

Then as a beautiful messenger,​

of finality,​

the dance begins;​

after arching and undulating​

like an ecstatic voodoo loa,​

the object of her attentive chase​

erupts in a fertile flood.​

 

The sword of air,
metalic cutting winds,
stripping off the bark.

The sword of mind,
fine-tuned sharpened thought,
a quick witted discernment.

The sword of spine,
filled with molten fire,
piercing the burning medulla.

The sword of words,
quick slashes of combinations,
reducing the all to form.

The sword of numbers,
splintering the infinite,
into mathematical probabilities.

The sword of the tongue,
quick to speak or rolling compassion,
casting the spell of intention.

The sword of love,
piercing the heart,
healing with this wounding closeness.

 

Enthusiastic trills arise;
warbling cadences,
staccato and sonorous,
euphonies resound.

When the firey echoes disperse,
one is filled with curling breezes
sashaying through limbs.
A sweet inner silence returns.

Let it all settle,
like a flurry of leaves,
free-falling and twirling
to rest on the earth.

The mind is a watery expanse;
choppy waves surging,
cresting and crashing,
to subside in the depths.

 

Minds like to slip
into coats of comfort,
so as to ponder velvet caresses
in mindless yawning.

Intentions of direction and effort,
flow in graceful movements.
Balanced actions result in harmony.

Embracing, a signaled absence;
honoring, with dreams, a bright horizon.

Reveal, with the birds, a new song of self.

It's hard for others to see our hearts,
when intimate hopes and dreams
are hidden to prevent devaluing.

Feel the pull of integrity
to be true to yourself
and meet as you would want to be met.

 

Nature enfolds me,
like a prodigal child today.
I forget how I appear, lost in exhibition.

Spiders in mid-flight,
drifting like ballerinas,
catching the silken-threaded waves.

Dragonflies of illusion,
hovering multi-lensed,
announcing a glittering orgy of wings.

Hawk soaring a formidable ellipse,
wing-tips catching the copper glow,
full aware of my low whistles.

Wasp kneeling to drink,
from the oasis of feather purification,
so obviously thirsty like me.

These winged equalities,
examples of how to be,
all call for ascending.

Butterflies camouflaged as leaves,
fall flat with willful disguise;
then as phosphorescent glints, take off.

I smile knowing how easily
you penetrate me,
with your femininity.

 

As she invoked the power of yes,
prismatic scales fell,
from the dragon of indecision;
a flurry of vitality arose.

Sinking deep,
as purple and pink currents
embrace her like fluid electric clouds;
she shakes shackles of splintered waiting moments.

Luna rises to merge,
in the platinum skies of ecstacy,
while the golden chords of Sol
interweave the tapestry of melodic rapture.

Sinking into the oblivion of rest,
her cosmic playmates,
in the dream-time of manifestation,
excite her with lush and fantastic co-creations.

Upon awakening,
again,
she loves everyone
as herself.

 

beautiful
very full of vivid imagery

 

just yes and now,
let go the how,
like an owl cowl
on tree top bough.

fire say you;
wind fold flew,
in this view,
as airs anew.

the sun it grew
to know me too,
out and thru
our body true.


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