Enclosed within a frame so slight that eternity may penetrate with light

Enclosed within a frame so slight that eternity may penetrate with light

These pores, gasping for love’s breath

But when denied, panics and sweats ensue

And seeps something akin to tears

When adoration not found, bends the fragile frame 

And weighs it down, down, down

It is true, says hand and arm and eye

We become dislocated so, and blind, when in this darkening world

Love finds us not objects worthy of devoted-ness

[We are demented now but no one knows]

kiss of life

Stripped of simplicity

She vanished into a set

Of complex relationships

Clothed in godliness

He suddenly appeared

Upon the defenceless earth

x

hush your mouth incessant incantator

as lies swell with words
as words get fat with hot air
as words are spelled out spilling into spiritual space
seeping down to seek out the dead and drag them from rest
...
hush now just hush
as the present splits past and future
and an unearthly light hovers over the two doorways
before the dark and deafening silence settles in

knight vision

extend your thought into time and space - a sharp sword with poems dripping off the end - like blood

i cannot lose poetry

to write a poem / like to say a prayer / is to throw a rock into a fast running river / resisting history's flow / purpose not yet known /and I unveiled in a whisper or a sigh / too busy / too late / too much of other things to sit and wait with trembling fingers touching lips / to trace the worded stirrings of the soul

constancy prayer

love
o descending stream
fill this empty vessel
find your home
in this one hollowed heart
hallowed by the clear crystal liquid
outpouring from on high

love

o descending stream

float my past and present 

sunken dreams
wash away the residue of sorrow

that I may live today

the glory of tomorrow

IMAGE

God is locked up

A prisoner of the mind

Made less than human

More than divine

God looks through the bars of the intellect

Treads on the shards of the wreck of humankind

And what does God find?

It is man who is the prisoner of the mind

... 

Love smoulders

And will not blow out

Though storms have raged

It's quiet now

And in the stillness 

Darkness fills

Spaces once inhabited
And light infuses

Every vanquished attempt 

To find God 

In humankind

Love is kindled

By the breath of every

Word of kindness

Every self-less thought

Every act of devoted-ness

And then life becomes a flame

...

Ah, blessed man-woman trinity

Image of divinity
Flicker on

the thread is tight

Where the thread is tight

Heads bow

I do not look around

But within

I do not touch the surface

But go right in

Go to the site

Of ruin

Where the seat of remains

Glows in tender light

The pillars of defeated youth

Disappear into sorrowful night

The thread is tight

The silence penetrates

Deep into the ground

Deep to the soul’s solitary centre

Love, where the thread is tight

There is no sight

No sound

Except the wind whispering

Between the memories stacked

On the funeral pyre

The thread is tight

As the fire behind my eyes burns higher

As I scatter handfuls of ash

Across heart’s field

As fear, fallen and broken

Into countless, nameless pieces

Vanishes into charred ground

Fading light, advancing night

Love, the thread is tight

And where the thread is tight

Heads bow

Do not look around

But within

Do not touch the surface

But go right in