Posts from — July 2009

the saints

cry for themselves

the visionaries

see refracted light

the medicine men stir their pots with a sigh

the do-gooders lay traps for future generations

the ancient ones

wait

on the ramparts of the

bank

covered from the world

the old woman sits

regarded as a dung pile

by those

in shoes

that reflect blood and glory

a man dressed in a whiter than white suit

appears in light

is he an angel come to save the human dung pile ?

(on closer inspection)

there striding as if he were

Atlas freed

of his burden

he carries the skinned carcass of a pig

with its head facing forward

its expression is one of shock

as if to say,

‘is this what life was all about?’

does the man in white

know he is a carrier of death?

he provides for his family

in some other dimension

the scene may well be

reversed

viewing the street

it narrows into

an enclave

with a high wall

and a single

blue

door

what will happen if you pass through it?

look for

blue doors

a street is a time line

a mental construct made real

can you not feel the ambition

that gave birth to the streets

you walk in?

all streets in the end

are a cypher for the alphabet

and a measuring stick for broken commerce

a blackboard for memories

a list that goes from

A to Z

can you

wait?

just wait

just wait

and do or be nothing else

other than

wait

?

to wait or not to wait

there is no question

to be

to know

how

which

when

who

all surreptitious

runours of identity

can you wait?

silently

comes

the wave

on which

humanity

rides

a shallow

crested

tip

on which

all culture

clings

in desperate grip

for to rise is to fall

and to rise again

in the world

of the fifth season

there the burkhan

dwells

deep beneath the

lake

that was there

at the beginning

of the world

silently comes

the human race

on the wave

that contains

all times and place

can you taste the history

in your life?

can you hear the stories of your myth?

can you see the highs and lows of your existance?

can you touch the invisible at work in your being?

can you taste your heart beat

and savour the depth of your breath?

the world moves

in cycles

so people say

but they never consider hy

we are the fuel of all the cycles

we are the turning

of the planet

we are the next door neighbour

or the far off earthquake

we are each other

illium

in the air

allium

in the air

prosilium

in the mind

casn you see the world

from where you are sitting?

can your hear the noise

from under your bed?

do you feel the marching

of the unseen soldiers

in the wind

can you hold the music

from the unstrung harp

and restring its

heart

can you be the voice

of the urgent singer

and the

pulsing spark?

stop

be still

a drop of rain

falls singly

as it falls

it changes

form and shape

when your mind perceives it

your mental energy also too

falls

to the ground

all of it, rain, mind and perception

is

precipitation

of the greater

mind fuelled

swell

that

is the wave

that circles

the mind

within the earth