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An abstract mix of esoteric images, symbols and light

“this garden is a peacock 
from time to time

fabulous glory manifests

then, harsh darkness screeches
it is all here
these villa grounds
the lake

wild chamomile

immaculate marble
an imperial show

beautiful cruelty

for all to share”


 

XXXI

She seems to sleep, our young bride
Her being breathing celestial calm
Serene in her brown green haze of gold
She dreams of beautiful, strong trees

Later her sun-wild lips reveal
Glorious truths
We dare not heed yet
Sleeping deeper still

She, a breath of heaven
Change waiting to be

 

 

 

XXXII

See the stars hang out
Poised to show us
They are transformation
Wax and wane enchantment

They are chariots and pale horses

Surprised we do not move
But, like trees, we only sway
In furious delay, a little


They dance slow Sufi spirals
Receiving, giving, waiting for us

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"she is, is celestial
enrobed in light
the love we all feel

epiphany
we feel her pass
nay, sweet girl
I will not weep

shine on us

enlighten your self"



XXXIII

Psyche, sly young dealer in visions
Tell us how to nurture light
Spike the veins in our trunks
So we too stop dripping

Hearts subside to your beckoning bells
Still ringing to embrace all we are
Mortal tribes of miraculous sound
We incarnate impressive power


Mother of radiance

Dawn is imminent

 

 

 

XXXIV

Beneath her scented komorebi skin
We see, imagine, no end
Delighted on the edge of belief
Nestling in Eros’ cloud caress

Eager for her ‘liebestot’
Let me, let me get what she wants
This time, falling ever deeper
Love looking back at itself

Her blinding white sun core
Just for a moment, we see

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"crucifige!
people howling

blood forgotten pity

brittle arms embracing
here we stand

still breathing

bereft
enduring remains
heathen passion
yes
no towers, no monuments
no immortal golden lyre

just this dance of seasons

always"



XXXV

We carved in wood and stone
Wielding words of worldly wisdom
Old as me, young as ever
Scribes to gigantic silent sages

Light pearling playfully
Heavy dark ferns unfurling
Something about spying Artemis
Following her every move

Wood anemones in moonlight
Sanctioning charms

 

 

 

XXXVI

Come to us, gifted god of guises

This spicy smell of salt sea sweat
Give us your eye-blistering potency
Pretty white lies shattered in black ice

We know who speaks through you
Who bids opening marble
Your snowflake obsidian power
Wind in the lonely beeches

Barely relieved by constant sleep

We still need revelations

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"gunk

happiness

drop dripping
heavy flower garlands

yes
emanate from earth
innocent, ignored
sizzling

so much pleasure
in this fragrant mist
lives spawning splendor

look, just see"



XXXVII

Long, long lasts this ancient hour
This pier into a volcanic lake
Reeds aligned to stars of night
Staring back, all knowing, effortless

This night we will have her ritual
Add weight to the scales
Help kill time
As old dark water spills fear

All else will melt
Vaporize in this light

 

 

 

XXXVIII

Now on a battlefield to your left

We see loud mouthing gladiators
Willful pillars of bursting lust

Fighting for laconic ladies

The elusive host otherwise engaged
Until an almighty roar, yes, yes

Releases the foe of all that is
With thrice divine trumpets

 

This whisper, my son, this word

Drop your armor, and dance

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"Seventeen minutes past five

here come the girls

the naiad nymphs of Argos

own one yourself

forever
carry her over water
face storms
see human faces
kiss angelic
rosy cheeks

and all
while they sing
in radiant bliss
dressed to kill
in full rich pink

and greens"



XXXIX

She flies, like Minyas’ mad daughters
Proud prudes perishing
Ignoring our glorious joy-fights 
Their hearts only skinny membranes


But this one girl stood firm of old 
In sacred innocence, she never cowered
Her proper downcast eyes lit fury
“I lie safely in his arms” she muses

Ah, and the gate opens to benevolence
Almost kind-hearted we beckon

 

 

 

XL

'Spin in the wind' we hear them girls sing
Near Catherine’s chapel, so full of needs
We hear jingling bells, ringing tunes
And smell fresh cut flower-grass

On the nearby spring field of the temple
Girls bring their offerings, drunk with love
We hear the wonderful wail of want
Washing ashore on the western wind

O, please give them love, as prophesied
Satisfy these dear blessed creatures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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