from THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND
Streams Cascading
Streams
cascading, crevasses opening
Falling shafts
of penetrating light
Seeping through these broad solid rocks
Sounds of
entering truth, double-edged
Sword submerged
become part of stone
Part of pain
embedded until drawn out
Lifts of sharper seams of purest thought
Piercing the veil
the thickness of skin
Dimension of
the broadest stone squared
Thinking they
knew never fully finding
Though hundreds
of years were given
To find of the
quest the embedded answer
Stuff of inner
dryness the paradox unseen
A verdant first
part leaves the second dead
Clinging to one losing the next
So the semblance
of a viridian river only
Deceitful rivers
narrow for the splaying out
Past pages of
unpuzzling paradox for the few
Narrowed given and with a quivering fullness
Clinging things
must fall for the unattached
Loosened space there where we were emptied
Then the ease of pulling a sword from a stone
Then the drawing
of refulgent lines from rock
Un-jostling
phrases of life’s cryptic thought
Spilling out the
jangles spread out space there
Peace passing
from the crippling applause
Unpuzzling
paradox an inner candle rekindles
Patience born of
being blown out awhile
Then lit the heart’s treasured cup this sangreal
Only home and
container of the broken soul
Homeward parts the enigma’s unravelling gift
