Let it Die

Light a candle my dear……and let it die.

That butterfly’s melting.

It’s wings won’t fly.

Four flames burn bright

To show you what’s right

And the fifth within

Sings a silent hymn

To true love

Prayer (for Tasha)

As I lay me down to sleep
The ego rests in quiet deep
As I sleep I come to be
A spark of your eternity.

As I wake to a new day
Let me stay out of the way
Let my actions be inspired
By true wisdom, by pure grace
Let my thoughts be free, unmired,
By the past, by old disgrace.

For I can be a sword of truth
If I will walk this ancient Way
With certain step and Gentleness.

Song of innocence (for Tasha)

My questions are falling away
I grasp at them as they drift by
Just as my hand clenches
a stray word
It dissolves……. like foam.
Only silence remains
In the chaos of the End
I lie still and serene.
Encased in profundity.
Boxing the dream.

My body,
when it wakes from this sleep
Will thrill
to the mystery of life anew
Light coursing blue-electric
through my veins
Each ecstatic cell liberating
the divine principle:
Spelling a new way to be.

Rock my cradle, hold my hand
Guide my step, write my psalm.
In no sense the singer, I sing Your song

TRANCEQUILL

One more poem for the road.
My house is collapsing into chaos.
Inevitable really.
Nothing’s certain
Except this:
Chaos leads to order
And order crumbles into chaos

Fingers making music
Your laugh echoing the tune.
This is contentment.

Tears spring to the eyes
I watch the light.
Sadness and joy unveiled.
Pain pointing the Way.

I am dancing chaos today.
Disruption and harmony
Pirouetting each other
Slowly drawing closer
And closer….

I am afraid at the Entrance.
Of a new Era.
A death is happening.
And a new me is waiting in the wings
In the wings of desire unveiled
In the wings of desire shed
Like the feathers of a wild goose
Falling from the sky
To become my Trancequill.

Here we go again, you and I,
down Poetry Road
Chaotic? Yes, indeed
Intended for the ordered item
we call Truth
Certain of the echo
in the music of a touch...
A breath... a laugh...

And then the Gap,
The sacred space of Now
Still quiet from the last tear
of contentment
Shall I ask for anything more
in my prayers to the Ancients?
I think not.
For what is it, but to die over and again,
Housing the Soul’s pure light
within these hearts of gold
Waiting... Watching...
Dancing this wild goose alive
Besides another
Clothed in lustrous joy.