Forgotten

There is a grave yard here

Long forgotten existence

Long dead trees reaching into the sky

Leafless skeletons bleached in the sand and sun

The sand is red

Old blood

What ever happened here

The remaining woods still reach for the sky

I can see in their silhouette

Their reaching grasp for nourishment
I can see in their dance

Harmony and balance

As I squint through the slits in my head

I can see the skeletons
Covered in hungry green leaves

I can hear the leaves rustle in the wind

I can hear a gentle brook

And I love that there was such life here

Once

Calling to Me

Like love the joy of the universe demands me
Love for another is the springboard into the cosmic ocean
Falling in love is the passage way
The cry of the sad love song
Is both telling and damning
Love exists then it doesn't
It is transitional

If we love with every fiber of our being
When the inevitability of loss permeates us
Our cries and tears
Open the gates of heaven
In the dissolution
We morph into the nexus
There is no recapitulation

Some of us get lost in the fog
Our hearts were so full of intoxication
We can't imagine more
Eventually replacement love is not an option
All that remains is universal love
This love is unending
This is the morph

Without Time

I have considered the Lilies of the field
I love that they neither toil nor spin
They are beautiful in their essence
Their scattered petals divine nourishment
My palette is rapturous
In the most gentle instance
The love in my heart

Soars

I have burned up past and future
I know what it means to be in the immensity
My heart has hung on a passing star
I have done the dance of the Dervish
My soul has telescoped to the sweetness
I have spun into suspension
I know the gateway into God
Now

If not now when
For the present the flowers of the field

Comprise my heart

The sunlight bleeding through
The petals
The rain being absorbed

Through their stems is

Being

Die Unto Death

When the unthinkable becomes thinkable

You are the sunset on the horizon

From the precipice of conundrum
There is a sorrowful wind in the canyon

Which envelops and measures our transcendence

It either rejects or validates us

We live or we die

This for some of us is our destiny

To cross here means we have come to the end

However one gets here

There is judgment here

There is divine intervention here

Or not

We live or we die

As someone who has said no more

And embraced the dissolution of being

As someone who has lost everything

I now live in nothing

Yet I have everything

I am the beauty of the sunset on the horizon

We live or we die

Dedicated to my dear friend: Yakuti

Becoming

I came from a sea of masks

A morass of illusions

I existed in the past and future

I felt wondrous in dreams

I felt horror in the disconnect

One day I lost concern

My being surfaced

I found a space in the between

of scissoring currents

I lifted my head into the

Golden mist of the surreal

In the next moment

The hue of my complexion was

Compassion

There was the music of the moment
At first it was gentle
Then it was escalating

Colored with a kind demand
I could feel the strings of my heart

Being tugged into a swoon
I wanted nothing else

Agony

Your face is a crown resting on the surface

Flowers and leaves frame your mask of acquiescence

I can feel the Adagio in G minor spilling from your eyes

You look through me into lost innocence

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

I destroyed those loving eyes with infidelity

It was a dalliance I argued

I hadn't been prepared

For your unbelievable catatonia

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

Who prescribed agony for love's violation

Did I fell you with my ignorance

Will I ever gaze into your loving eyes again

I can't breathe of my person

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

No Butterflies

It is a black and white afternoon

The sun bleeds between the blinds

Your eye lashes flicker in the light's flutter
Your pale breast heaves in the slatted sunlight

Your fingers trace the silk of your hair
You yawn back into slumber
I wait for your muscles

To contract into your grace

There is a smile of gentle pleasure

As you see and understand

The ecstasy of my moment

It is one of those moments of verve
That provide color and texture

Confidently you cross the room to me

Your warm hand caresses my cheek

The butterflies of spirit radiate

The sun bleeds across the room

My mind bleeds what was

And I miss it so much

It was these times without words

It was these times without sounds

It was these times without statements

It is this time as I nuzzle into your empty bed

That my spirit misses the butterflies