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Inner evolution

16/10/2020

 

Inner evolution

​mind is quick
but matter is slow
bound together they spin

such is form
life getting warm
under a blanket of moss
toss and turn


form has its law
and law has form
they are One

spark in the dark
primordial dogs bark


simplicity finds stable form
complexity may falter
as foundations alter

rocking the deck on Noah’s  Ark

the law is within
the heart within the law
in the between within 
and the within between

the nest the sky and the lark

and what is outside the law 
shall perish for sure

deep sea shark
unable to make its mark


and speaking from the heart
not of the part
but of the whole
the breath is the voice of the soul
in and out, life and death 
in every breath

breathing in
a song above birds
held a gentle sway over dawn light
a prayer beyond words
a beginning


for heaven trembled with delight

and light blazed
where beetles raised their wings


breathing out
light dims as the beetle gently swims

and as the beetle gently dies
the light cries
tears from heavenly cloud

for the beetle’s black shell
holds the rainbow hidden so well
the gods were so very proud


thus feelings from heaven may descend
to embrace the earth, my friend

the feelings from earth 
remain in the sodden turf

family album
tea and cakes
aunty slurps
budgie chirps


and the feelings in the mind middle
remain between
forever between like light

and the swish of the fish in the deep
stirs the proverbial sleep
of the man who slumbers
in a heap what a creep


for the glorious fish
in their own sweet time
and in their own sweet way
will have their day


the feelings of the seen and the unseen
and of the space between

sweet ideas wrapped in goodness
sticky in the angel’s pocket


and the feelings between
the seen and the unseen
forever between
where the heart no longer needs to be
but may arise knowingly
between all and everything
continuously
in this our sentient universe

of monkly whispers
veiled vespers in the night

beetled rainbows

and how, at dawn, shall the light meet the feeling air?
when there is no wish in the prayer
and where words question words

that is where the light meets the air
unspeaking and unspoken
awoken
light upon light
salvation

rainbowed beetles
salvation in the singing wind
and salvation in the rolling tear
of lost loves


for love is lost 
between heaven and earth
and between between
and love is found on the ground
so simply seen

the trees stood 
waiting for the beetles
until, opening at their feet
in the ecstasy of decay,
they finally won the sky


life goes back and forth
for all it is worth
and goes high and low 
above and below
our inner measure

and these dimensions meet
at the humble heart
with its humble feet
standing
so still
so simply still
like God…


​
silver sword secrets
symbols wrapped in broaches
clasping cloaks


the Winter servant crouches
and points a trembling finger 
there


they shall return
just as the prayers of the dead linger
on the lips of living men
they shall return

such is their dispensation

the women wait without such words
wiser from the passing seasons
over the granary floor
and from the honesty of children


until they return
strangers to the land they left so long
and to the land they now leave behind

until they return
to the hearth of the heart...

flint
spark in the dark
eye window


glint
inner mark
remembered


only the ‘why’ widow
unmoved, dismembered
denied there was life
in that summer night fire
her grief finally honoured 
by the lesser warmth
of a hazy Autumn sun 
where the wind rocked trees
and branches waved
without meaning

a gentle between time
discarding memories
like fallen leaves
nevertheless



season’s feelings 
are reasons enough
for some

‘Spring will come,’
she said

and sure enough, my friend
Winter’s end
brought new life
life of truth
a bride of beginnings
of eternal youth

where only the prayers meet
in the true home of truth
to be wrapped in children
and blessed for the journey
by the humble ‘why’ widow...

hope, the nearer prayer
was felt
before the open door 
he knelt
knowing not what lay ahead

as dawn crept across the floor
nothing had been said
by the living or the dead

‘where must I head?’
he said

this further prayer
whispered by the wind
bore a familiar scent
he placed his palms together
and out of the door he went

flower familiar over many an hour
lovingly grown
yet never really known
rose in the heart


the garden rose, the dancer
the double meaning 
was already his answer

‘there is nowhere to go’
he said


‘the rose inside is nearer 
than any prayer’
he said

his heart would graze the salmon grass
and fly lizard clouds 
to little bird stars
before bed


his inner children
as useless as babies nipples
and slowly, slowly
as sweet as their toes
as tingling as fingers
inwardly refining
quick silver lining
soldered-silk-sky-train
kite-string-ribbon
pain of glass 
hope
over wet bar of soap
over graves of calipers and crutches
over everything
on the journey 
of inner evolution
​
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