Inner evolutionmind 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 Comments are closed.
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