Manifesto

 

Manifesto

Should my spirit soar with singing and careless express itself
or rather to be measured and counted out so as to example good meter?
I had better use of my time than to work slavishly at Precision's bidding
and trust more fully my own heart's praising.
Let me, as Spring, seemingly overnight erupt fully present
And not to men's criticism fear so that eked out cautiously I reveal myself.
Glorious sun I take as my model!
Whose own light heralds it brilliant self.
Outside my window a bird's chorus teaches me nature's love of spontaneity,
and to seek less the good favor of men than my own perfect self in God.

Grace

Through our unconscious we
even more alive and vital
to a greater working out of
Providence.
Be gentle to your conscious self,
It is most flailing
at the rim of the light
Projected through the cosmic dark,
Grace is there always
in the deep down bottom of your heart.
Your greatest fears
And grandest dreams
Kiss there.
Be there, revealed
And the light of the world
Is your reward
And gift.

Emergence

Genetic disruptions,
the discharge of madness-
Unforeseen anomalies.
Photographic evidence
of Bikini atoll
atomic blast-
The young men
protected by
sunglasses,
later ravaged
by decimating
cancer-
The crown of the head
of an Iraqi neonate,
deformed by
depleted uranium
tipped ammunition.
Ignorance and awareness,
Cosmic gestalts-
the bent of the mind,
the tyranny of consciousness
horrors from the id.
My future faced propulsion
into a collapsing Universe.
And the realm of Faery?
Love's redemptive power?
My responsibility
in Everything-
Always yes, Yes, YES
in louder
more desperate
screaming.
The circle around
the Yin/Yang.
The human race
to oblivion
or transformation.
Each of our part
in Everything-
Stay focused
on the highest possible
Vibration
as Assassins
follow orders.
Bleed-throughs
from other
Realities-
the eddies,
the Whirlpool,
being sucked down
into a wormhole
to Atlantis.
Sisyphus's rock
while I roll
the dice.
Rolling the dice
The chances,
the changes
Mitosis/Meiosis
Overwhelmed,
Under examined.
The relentless march,
the Joyful Journey
And us,
each of us-
Everyday
casting our lot,
deciding our Fate
the Cumulus Nimbus
of Being. 

 

YOU HERE NOW

You here now,
the one I feared would never come-
do not be shy.

Yes, our youthful beauty
was not ours to share,
But my embrace is no less full.
The seasoned selves we offer
have exquisite gifts
our younger versions had
only as potential.
The bud is lovely,
but nothing pleases more
than the full blossomed rose.
The beauty of that rose
is still in the wisdom
of the rose whose
first petals wilt and fall.
I see you look at the petals
on the table top
and know how well
you comprehended their meaning.

Needless are comparisons
to other times and selves,
All are here.
The sweet, subtle scent of each
are breathed in every smell I take of you.
All of them make
appearances still in your face.
The body I run my hands up and down
has the power to inflame me
with my most expansive desire.
All of the world I hold
when you I fold in my arms.

You here now,
the one I feared would never come-
Do not be shy.

January 9, 2011

Trove

Here then, now, still I see the reds,
russets and golds that once piqued Keats
to pen a tribute, from this bed
the colors flame up and repeat
the annual autumn's protest
towards summer's unfailing retreat.

I see the rising and falling
much like those in the Lake District,
And imagine Keats once walking
there and my own regal prospect
here and think us timeless beings
with our visions now intersect'd.

Beauty swells and undulates so-
a mottled colored weaving of
local vegetation that grows
and covers the mountain as though
expression of a blushing love-
All the landscape is overflowed
with Autumn's singular trove.

Asheville, NC
October 2010