Fat drops falling,
Thunder promising more,
Trees groaning ecstasy,
Wild caressing wind,
Mouth gulping freshness,
The ocean, swollen and dark without.
A room filled with people dancing as if no one’s looking,
Danced beyond repentance by the five rhythms,
Above the pounding beat,
I hear the laughter of the angel Gabrielle
mingled with mine.
To find out about 5Rhythms in your area.
The supermarket. A friendly Greek woman sells me a bright pink bucket.
The pharmacy: a porcelain Chinese pharmacist says, pointing:
“There’s a Persian shop just across the plaza”.
And on the way a friendly Aussie girl who could be something else but probably isn’t any more, from the sound of it.
Rosewater, nuts, dried fruit, Yazdi – sweet honeycakes.
Women’s voices, poetry in the air.
“It’s Farsi, our language, she laughs”
“We were talking about how hard it is to put children to sleep.”
And on the way home a church sign:
“A Jesus Metaphor: I am the bread of life.”
An Australian suburb.
Death, a trick of the light,
as the shell cracks
and the abyss promises,
but never delivers,
All gone me, but now me and now no me.
I breathes me waking and sleeping
the imaging eye, I.
Light has no rest mass.
Let it dance so that mass may …
If the wound is where the light enters
embrace dissolution, have a crack up!
Let the pieces fall where they may,
they are snowflakes.
There is no door,
we move back and forth freely
It’s fear that seeds a portal.
Fear not, you have nothing to lose.
You dead and alive wonder!
Red rocks. Dark water. Big sky.
Rough sand, damp… cradling me…
…and oh! the Sun.
Flesh evaporate, this me is vast.
Senses: mine and not mine,
a trickle of sweat.
Hnnnn, Hnnnn. Bzzzt!
Dancing feet bring hints of definition…
…fastidious fly indeed to choose that silken patch of skin.
I watch in close up…the piercing,
feel the drawing forth…
Drink, marchfly, drink…
… I overflow.
And afterwards, the flesh unblemished, still.
The subject who?
getting clear of the dust of
“who I am”…
dissolves into “who am I?”
riding, ridden by,
the waves of no-thing-ness
being and not being
I am (not) or…