The
crystal sky keeps the secret hid
To
muddle and confuse the hated truth
To
enchant the blessed lines that led the way
That forward, take my death to write
But
that, onward, pull them through the loop:
The
unclothing flow – the light which clears
Which
untwists the ties, those knotted cords
And
enlists the fragile heart to listen hard
Lift
the clouded veil, tear the lifeless form away
Vanquished
through the secret well of life.
Coming
newly to me now, the season changes
Emerging
spaces – ever-widening inner rooms
An
encomium of dying growth, my Lover’s praise
And
new lines sent me, from above the crystal sky:
Opening
thought, as continual as the purple tree
Which
on its loss – produces only more and more!
Spring
lives – torn away upon the wind – renew!
I saw
it, I was amazed! Called – the purple flowers
Come
again and again – amaranthine – unfading!
The
rod that grew and budded first cut and slain!
*
No comments:
Post a Comment