Monday, November 24, 2014

Gold
words
set in
silvery
silences prepare
a table spread beneath the tree
whose leaves are life. Bless'd
enemy
come share
good
fruit.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

As
my
flimsy
windblown dust
holds these anxious
flutterings, makes uncertainty
solid, so may my mind, relieved by your gift of flesh,
find syllables and sounds to hold
the shape of mighty
rushing air,
your breath
in
me.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

This
is
mercy 
perfected:
have pity even
on the pitiless. Remonstrate 
gingerly, gently; confident, but without delight.
Wait patiently for morning's hope
in the blossoming
wilderness
where love
just
is.


Saturday, November 15, 2014

There
is
surely
absolute
truth, independent
of our fluctuating knowledge.
Respect its vastness. Child of dust, your life is a breath.
Breathe while the wind blows within you.
Listen to its voice.
Absolute
love calls
to
you.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

You
may
in fact
have arrived.
Perhaps you’ve achieved
more than you have dreamed, and perhaps
there is nothing left for you but sleep. You may have reached
the center where the frozen flames
hold you motionless.
Perhaps. Pray
it is
not
so.
He'd
hoped
to learn,
but didn't.
Failure is the best
teacher, but what is there to learn
from lack of learning? Still, stagnation itself provides
a certain sort of resistance.
Eros surely finds
propulsion
out of
the
void.
The
gods
give out
many fine
gifts. Gifts matching all
their many fine plans. Fine plans
that are well worth any pains you could possibly take
to avoid them. Small earthly joys
like justice outshine
these splendid
treasures
of
death.