Lace latticing windows
mist drifting rain
gust buffeting park-homes
encircled again
coastline veiled seagulls
specs flex and scream
as cliff-edge drench meadows
shock saffron and green.
Lace latticing window
Spirit Arise, ego descends
Spirit Arise, ego descends.
S ens e
p raisin g
i nfern o,
r aise d
i nsid e
t, ouche s
A ngeli c
r aptur e
i n
s oile d
e. xces s.
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S olac e
p ulsin g
i ncognit o,
r eturne d
i ncandescens e
t, ransform s
A cidi c
r epos e
i n
s acre d
e. cho s.
Presence perfect
formless beyond description
arisen upon descent
saving all-told from destruction
a presence that Perfection sent.
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spreading laced veils before us
we smile and cry through our strife
mourning, while weal’s keep on turning
salt weaving the woundings of life.
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borne high we stoop low for a season
to carry the wrong with the right
we weigh every load upon reason
just like beasts in the burden of night.
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yet spirits smile silent upon us
sweet fragrances sent in the sky
even tides sway to know moonlight
ravines weep down steep mountainside.
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eagles charm Light with their feathering
angel wings balm every soar
Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering
Life water flows deep in our core.
Breezes skim
Breezes skim
these heaves of people pleasing
fragile skin.
glancing Sun
entrances rays to gift
such warm embrace upon this
mistifying living haze.
ancient Presence dances sighs so
peacefulness un-creases thus so
dried-on earth-bound tears
deeply seep and future soothe
untold and fearful atmospheres.
Fragrances in dampened clay
re-concieve to re-discover hidden ways to
sparkle golden unknown easefulness
rebirthed in ageless tender Breath.
Yes:
Breezes breathe-in, pores steep to refresh.
Light breathing-out in wordless oneness.
Your presence is dancing me
Your presence is dancing me
late into evening
releasing You breathe in me
lessons in lessening
enlivening so soulfully
salt dreamings and weathering
till sleep sliding othernesss
untethers me from all of us.
Atmospheric perfumes of old
Hazrat Inayat Khan Vol VI p. 205
‘for the person who as attained to the mystery of Sadhana (detachment from worldly things) there is nothing in this world which cannot be attained, all is within his reach, his power, his grasp’
grasping beyond all that is spoken
transforming insides in complete
focussing tight rightly pray to be opened
by boundaries way out of reach.
find nothing and all in acorns so small
where both Beauty and horror is riven
thorns stemming foes as rosebud unfurls
perfumaries for the forgiven.
atmospheres calling unseen and untold
pure waters hydrating dryness of form
seedlings compost in saplings of old
returning to unfurl in soft streams of dawn.
Turning new leaves to:
re route this wait
enlighten fear through
unloosening gates
empty and clearing
without and within
actively resting
and as we refresh and uncling.
