Fuming beyond
this zebra crossing dripping throng
this head down, striding long
Gortex sway of human form
as wiper blades scud and grate
across this screen that separates
my heart from spleen from
gentle grace of
worried lines on
brethren’s face.
And yet.
unknowingly still I bow, yes
beyond this dashboard reach
for conditioning air
this rain filled rage begins to clear
as Lightening weight accelerates
and soft green shoots now reappear.
pausing I pour
this way and that
that
i may disappear
within Your honeyed
Translucence
fertile and pure
Your
sweet pulsing elegance
in Grace-fuelled dhikr
immersing
soft green shoots of
Eastern Sun Light
palm pressing fresh fruits
needing till ripe with
Great goodness seeping
through pulp, pith and kin
earthly distinctions
composting in Him.
the above was written in response to:
The Head of The Prophecy (6,21-8,27)
‘It is like a palm shoot whose dates dropped around it. It produced buds and after they grew, its productivity dried up.
It certainly would be good if you produce new growth now. You would certainly find it.’
Know Yourselves (12,17-13,25)
‘Be eager to harvest for yourselves a head of the grain of life that you may be filled with the kingdom.
Do not be proud because of the light that enlightens. Rather, act towards yourselves as I myself have toward you. ’
(quoted from ‘The secret book of James’ which is the first chapter in The Nag Hammadi Scriptures edited by Marvin Meyer published by Harper One in 2007)
Next blogs: The Gospel of Truth.
Endarkenment immense
light glance this cliff edged firmament
these ocean thrusts and sweating spume
re-foam this cleaving cleft of discontent
sweet soak this night with Loves perfume
re-float this will-filled would entanglement
this hope-long-roped-on sophanes ledge
unclasped at last, to weep and flow within
your grace swathed Anchorage.
Igor-
Marin-
Ovsky
Yes
‘Every moment of life is special’
we
heave
to
heft
in
One
and
every
Light
filled
breath.
at-
One-
ment
for
all
mist
in
many
Clouds
The
call.
self
emptying
Love
transforming
ashen graves
Infinite
seeping tears
restoring
earthbound
clay.
city slowness 