Updated: Aug 16, 2021
Emptiness fills each porous thing. Density,
wonder, astonishment. Forests, rivers
change their course. We practice
mindfulness as hawks kill sparrows.
Beak and talons. Bloodless cuts. Authenticity
dissolves in soups of clichés. Mystic
vision. Ecstatic union, boundless light.
In medias res, life interrupted.
A cruel moon glimmers on the sea,
configured as desire. No one declares,
You are, neck-deep in Being, armored
against the void. Potent silences. Stones
stacked against tides. Crabs sidewind.
Shadow of the Other's face. Alienation.
We reflect half-truths as we dip into shallows.
Rafts of words. Labyrinths of sighs.
We seek only sky, light of memory, lure
of sorrow. Inattention abounds. Gardens
bloom with joy. Koans replicate like mutant cells.
Severed blisters. Transfiguration. Pity impales,
close and warm. The unruly unite, recalculate.
Worlds filter flames. Heat moistens brows. Present
future past present. Weight of the moon flattens the mind.
Tapestries of wisdom unravel in flight. Vertiginous
heights, dark rooms at night. Presence hardens like steel.
Forgiveness shapes nothingness into breath. All things
illuminate, rejuvenate. We lose ourselves in poems.
Queen Anne chairs crowd the floor. Thrones of the dead.