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.