A
VISION from another brighter world
Writing its history with such a
contented air
Seeing and capturing the live things there
Coming in at hour when you didn’t think
Peace my warm hollow the place of
heaven
Space and life at the end of not knowing
too much
A full cup of it in not having any need
Not needing to fill in one’s own place
A roadway in a palace opening in a
wilderness
Overflowing rivers in a desert making
lakes of mirrors
People, falling in pictures of light with
a gentle descent
Forming pathways of leaves leaving
plans for escape
*
Shopping For Daisies
SHOPPING for daisies . . .
Exchanging torn out pages
For a bit of praise . . .
It soon ends in depression
Leaves thrown back at you . . .
But the pool increases, deepens,
darkens . . .
The well of the uprising replenished
For a greater shining
Pain the anvil the smith’s hammer
pounds . . .
The discarded things fallen
Go swimming in water . . .
The worth of leaves breaking down
The fighter undaunted . . .
Word-trees in happy sadness being
nourished
For a further outworking . . .
All leaf disappointments may be tucked
under
Mulched . . .
The light in what will take you up
The life in what will bring you down
To fuel it
The decomposing in the down
The fertilizer for the up
And they are same
*
In the Middle Distance
GETTING
IT too plain
And there was an inevitable exactness
Like music ending
Even searching for it in a tree of
bitter fruits
Was too exacting
They found edges too sharp again
Rosy dawns with dew lingering
The water not taken up yet and gone
away
Something of it there . . .
If, that is . . .
They were there on time with the rising
sun
And went with it
It all was in the spontaneity of lucid
fingertips
Touching keys in an unknown chord
And tapping out the tune with not any
ending
Always stopping in time for tea
Endings of little fidget rivers
*
- From: ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
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