Beyond the Veil
Reality has an edge. Beyond is night, with its bright
and constant lights.
Night’s stars don’t wink. The largeness of night’s
darkness surrounds us.
I am drawn into midnight, while all else, all else are
images on the veil.
The veil covers the night; the world colours the veil.
Stars shine through.
Darkness fills the small gaps. Stars blink, flicker,
shimmer through the veil
Reality is the face of the veil that hangs before us.
Beyond is the darkness.
Reality paints patterns on the gauze of the veil.
Night’s chaos reigns beyond.
The colours of my life wash through the thin threads of
the veil, into darkness.
I bleed into midnight. I am drawn into the dark night
beyond this thin veil.
There is a vacuum beyond, a steady wind that pulls at souls
such as mine.
Slim Catman
Ingredients:
1 galaxy, unrotated; 1 smallish sun
a full moon, over an open sea
1 each, a red dragon, and a blue
1 candle, too
1 pot of hot rosemint tea
Stir well, with:
…a spring walk, slowly
…a river time coming
…a father, husband, lover time now
Another time, long ago:
A river time, coming.
(Slim catman, quiet grin,
stands so still in the light spring rain)
That Gnawing Feeling
That gnawing feeling …
something’s been stolen,
a sense of loss … melancholy …
leaving emptiness
shrouding the day …
stretching each moment
into thin hollowness
Loss of purpose follows broken momentum
The slight shudder, the missed step
Chilling the blood …so slightly numb
Distraction’s whip
Six long blocks ahead, trees converge
Broken sunlight softens the concrete
Nameless Others, busy in their otherness,
scurry by, their colours intrusive
staring inward, oblivious to my visions
no one looks up
This is my life: the dwindling days
call my attention to long, shifting shadows
the moist, clinging memories
of times long past
Like a wet dog, I’ll give a good shake
And loosen this dampness
Scatter this sadness
Into sparkling shards.
Four Magics
In one life I busied myself counting categorizing sand
how many kinds
how many colours can there possibly be after all they
are all only sand
and sand can only be so diverse so for an entire life
sand became my life.
From this I found that there is more to sand than one
could ever imagine
and while sorting one beach worth of sand the sand of
my life went by.
In another life I chose to seek the sounds of water
and to innumerate
the tones of the splashes as they fell as they stopped
abruptly altogether
upon encountering some object whose own place was
directly in their path.
This study taught that this planet’s tears come and go
in a continuous cycle
without start or finish and my interception my very
interpretation is meaningless.
In my last life my fascination became fire and the
self-consuming flame
so for day upon day to watch the candle as the wick
and the wax went
the vapor rose the heat dissipated the light spread
thinned and vanished.
The lesson taught that the distance from the subject
became more important
as that distance became less and less until touch
brought enlightenment.
In this life there came before me the endlessness of
air and the openness
of space filled or not with more or less nothingness
for which I had no names
no method of measurement no metric with which to place
myself in context.
For air and the absence of the same do not follow my
rules or the lack thereof
leaving me simply in awe to wonder at the immeasurable
allnessnous.
Half Moon Riding Low
Half moon riding low
Crickets sing in lavender
Soft songs of old friends.
Tomorrow, hot light
Will coax on garden madness
Tonight, stillness reigns.
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