I am too full of me, Lord
Let fleet thoughts flee their Guest
Wash surfacing desire within
internal soft caress
Grow such sweet deep sanctuary
In garden temple view
So spring time blooms abundantly
In all I say and do
I am too full of me, Lord
Let fleet thoughts flee their Guest
Wash surfacing desire within
internal soft caress
Grow such sweet deep sanctuary
In garden temple view
So spring time blooms abundantly
In all I say and do
And I read further that long ago ‘souls collect atoms of radiance‘ and that ‘glow, garbed with a flame came’ to the lips of a Persian poet. And that now humankind dreams to transform and connect again in metaphor through mountainside and monastery with candle, match and lamp at hand.
AlchemisinG
tranquil
onerio
mountain-dew,
saturating
omega with alpha,
forgiveness in flower,
re-absorb
anew
day screamed
intrusions of
anxious overspill,
nourishing Anima,
candle in my dream,
enlighten embers in me
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.
.
.
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
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.
Intuit Moon
illume
carbon dark night
swathe silvering kisses
with Transcendent light
deep hush Your reflections
of cloud free Sunshine
replacing repentance
with diamonds Divine.
Intuit Moon, our compassionate sister
implant in us soon the deep ways of your Teacher
let husks turn resplendent and purity grow
while dusk forms new mornings as you soothe our soul.
Oh,
inchoate grasping
distress held less tight
unfurl like raw seedlings
in dappled moon Light
may bathing in Beauty
soften our clay
so tendril gyrations
spring forth Your new day.