Holes Still
When the darkest race has just been
run
for a million prayers, his kingdom
come,
when every child that he gave birth
is gathered round his feet on earth,
when peace is stored like hay in
barn
and all are proof from primal harm
what place persists for cloven hoof
or gory horn that holed the roof?
Rays of the Son
The simpleton knows what simpletons
know
the mouse's house houses the mouse
as somebody's body embodies my body
this guise disguises these guileless
eyes.
When you flavour my curry to curry
my favour
and work on demeaning the meaning
of work
do you value my love or love my value?
Always to get away from it all
I rode today to Day's Bay
where the weathered ferry ferried
me.
This muse is mourning this morning's
news:
Lotionless we bathe,
motionless we
rave
oceanless,
in the rays
of the Son.
Conversing With Him
I SAID
"You have always been kind of a father
to me.
The only time you stood over me
was to protect me from the fire with your
shade."
YOU SAY
"Love cannot be made to be.
Once it is there, it is there forever
and there is nothing you can do to erase
it."
I SAID
"Rung by rung I climbed Jacob's ladder
to your heart
washed in the clean of your love."
YOU SAY
"When love refuses to die,
you just have to let it be."
I SAID
"There is no more light than your truth."
YOU SAY
"My right hand claps the bell of Truth,
the ring is tolled forever."
I SAID
"I saw your arms full stretched,
no longer crossed as in your shroud's imprint."
YOU SAY
"Love and suffering are one and the same
when one hand is in the other."
"YOU ARE ..."
"I AM."
