Transitions

I stand in the door
one more transition
one more shape
one more becoming before i rest

i’ve endured the darkness
and beheld the stars
i’ve committed the blasphemy
of bending time and space
i have lifted the seas from their beds
and beheld the treasures hidden there

i have wept an ocean
and walked it dry
i have run the spine of the night
and held the winds in balance
I have walked though the hole in the zero

i have cast light and shadow
i have forged weapons that few can even imagine
and i have given blood to the earth

storm and shadow
i am
and ever shall master the skies
and lift the fallen precious ones
into a new light
a new
dawn

the sky fell

The day the sky fell
and everything is submerged in the waters

two men and two women
walk
(can you walk under water
or is it called swimming?)
appear to be walking across a field
some kind of cultivated field
(I’m thinking
one of those ancient grains
cause that kind of thing is so popular nowadays)

they are all laughing bubbles
and the bubbles are acting funny
I mean you expect bubbles to go up
so we must conclude that either we don’t know which way is up
or there is some kind of down current

anyway its hard to tell which man is with which woman
cause they keep touching each other with a strange fondness
like they have no inhibitions
total trust
they couldn’t be more naked if they dropped all their clothes

these kids today

oh
did I mention that it was a total eclipse of the sun?
cause I think that’s why the sky fell

The Artist

 

She pictures an open door
the Sun when its spent
She pictures the corridor
now vacant with lament

She pictures the empty shelf
no leaves upon the tree
She draws me outside myself
but never pictures me

the possession of all that you own

“I might not be able to buy happiness with that much money, but I could make a down-payment.”
“Hon, obsession with money blinds you to the art and texture of your life. You become the possession of all that you own.”
“That much money. . . I’d be satisfied.”
“There is no lasting satisfaction this side of the grave.”
~ from the Handbook of the Reluctant Tyro

When you’ve played the game with Death

“When you’ve played the game with Death as many times as I have, you come to realize that you can’t win, you can only postpone defeat.”
~ from the Handbook of the Reluctant Tyro

When you drink from the Well of First Things

“When you drink from the Well of First Things
the Rush is. . . well, it’s beyond all expectation.
You see your creation take life and cavort in the Temple
and oh how they shiver, quiver and frisson.
Like motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight
falling through a darkened room.”

“Yes,
your creations. . .
but then you come to know
that for every angel you create
a demon must be dealt with.
This is how Logic and Proportion are maintained.
This shows more than anything else
that Balance is the life’s blood of the Universe.”

~ from the Handbook of the Reluctant Tyro