Poetry
No Signpost
No clear signpost in these
foggy lands,
For this journey no guide who understands.
Descending down the valley of creation,
Outer form gives way to inner revelation.
Uncertain way still, cause also unknown
Words can confuse 'til you let them go.
Truth lies beyond these passions at hand
Forces of nature we must embrace to understand.
Undoing a lifetime's planning I do not want,
Crucial death of a way not engaged to the One.
Sensitivity of attachments rubbing the wrong way
A pain that defines me but cannot stay.
Within a demonic cyclone that sweeps up the old,
And cracks it down hard to break the mould,
A peace without name envelopes the broken,
And spreads widely a love absolute and unspoken.
Chris Brown
True Intimacy
The wind came and blew breath
into the body…
filling heart and mind;
“Come fly with me,”it offered …
The breath obeyed,
-and they flew.
The wind whispered a promise,
“Give yourself back to me and I will take you beyond this breath
and this mind…
but first, let’s sweep this house bare and dance with the word!”
And they danced!
And the wind commanded,
“Now marry me! Surrender!”
And the breath whispered, “Yes”
And there was no word…
no breath…
no wind.
Frances Collins
Deep
Intimacy
Early morning
two deer
leaping free.
A rook calls.
By Michael
Elsemere
Gaia
Rooks
If you come
at winter’s end
To sit black robed in
tender silence.
Still.
Ripsaw
hot metal life
crashes
through the glassy spaces
of emptying afternoons.
If you come
at summer’s end
to sit black robed in
tender silence.
Still.
Shrieking
caw rushes jangle
morning chants
as rooks tip and turn
Westwards.
Black robed.
Cloud catching
seekers
like you.
Michael Elsemere
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