(Poetry/ Vol. 1. ) One Single Dot of Seeding Earth

Metamorphosis

One single dot of seeding Earth

One thought which brings another

And from the underside of the written page

[EGG]

What was on it hatches out

One worm, one active creative idea

Which crawling through, brings another with it

[CATERPILLAR]

What was there ties me up and ravells

And in my own wormy thoughts

I spin my own darkness 

[CHRYSALIS]

I wrestle in the strengthening dark

Given to form me there, where I fight to turn

And of my own dark I am born anew

[BUTTERFLY]

I am made a new sharp threshing instrument

Having teeth; I fly; I eat, I scatter

Old threads of darkness to the four winds

[AIRBORNE]

I fuse with Love; I lay my dots of Heaven                               

On the underside of the written page

Where hid things are

Baring secrets waiting to be born

[REPRODUCTION]

I am fragile, I fall to Earth

My wings were made of light

My heart of deepest destiny

That in death I live 

[DUST TO DUST]

I rise again, no spot or dot

No wrinkled thought-cases for wormy content

And mine by grace, things which are not

To bring to nought things that are

[ASHES TO ASHES]

Eight are left me . . .

For of Love, eight were given me . . . 

[ LIFE! ]