The
land ends and the water falls
All
my trying gone my spirit upward soars---
The
needed thing its lack attracts
All
my asking done its beginning comes
I
have it for a moment and it’s gone
I
dance inside and prismed light
Pours
through my veins
The
love which wrestles my pool of lights
Time
in a kaleidoscope of coloured glass---
The
wheel which turns my light to dark
A
patterned picture forms of brokenness
I
dance inside and prismed light
Pours
through my veins---
I
have it for a moment and it’s gone
The moon descends the nightlight
changes
My light darkens as my sight’s replaced---
The sun ascends the daylight brightens
His light broadens as my sight lightens
I have
it for a moment and it’s gone
I
dance inside and prismed light
Pours
through my veins
*
Aligned
in Rows
Aligned
in rows the seeds were sown
In
cryptic lines of fallow furls of earth
And
only those that grew in dark
Found
life in death and from the earth
Rose
in words of living light in rows of flesh
And
flourished there---
All
those whose words were not their own---
Until
in time they fell--- the full head of wheat
And
worked a rising thing--- of life complete
In
circled secrets the sower sows his seed
Aligned
in rows in ever deepening lines of sight
In
fallow furls of earth in cycled turns of life and death
*
Alone---in
the unknown of light
Fearless
in wisdom---un-crowded
Dark
closed caves in mountains
Bright
lit caverns in hills---
Places
of inner myth and legend
And
the uncomfortable holds
Of
knowledge few would treasure
Where
the tears of heaven flow
From
the ruts in the road
And
the hollows in the sea
Where
there is space
There
is hope of a pouring-in
Where
there is space in me
There
is room for grief
You
have taught me what space is
And
I learn of you
How
to let you make it in me
Everywhere
Where
there is none
I
cannot be lonely
And
without being lonely
I
cannot fathom the gifted depths
You
have given me to roam
Yet
so lonely am I
One
vast ocean of it in me
So
much loneliness
Room
in me for third-sense
And
sensitivity, like nothing else
*
A Splay of Light
A SPLAY OF LIGHT in an assembly of
letters
Prisms in shining rain taking form in a
book
All that was poured in one falling of
sunshine
A shaping of radiant life light as a
feather
A fortuitous beacon from an arbour of
booklight
Isles in written rain building lands in
leaves
All that was shining in a breaking of
heartlight
A sculpting of sacred life bright as fire
*
There
For Me To Find
THERE FOR ME
to find when I first looked:
The
light in the thing there . . .
As
I bent down
Too
many distractions and it was lost:
The
choicest part of the beautiful thing . . .
I
came across
Insufficient
in wait-full attention
And
I miss the cyclic gleam . . .
In
what could have been
The
turning part of the insistent enigma
That
would have told me . . .
Had
I paused
Beauty
in the hidden airs of today
The
underneath . . .
Which
I nearly reached
The
awaited-for . . . there to find me
Would
surprise me in the pause of time
Would
tell . . . as I came there . . .
Close
by . . .
Light!
*
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