Garden caked in snow,
single charmed rose, metaphor
to give hope its due.
We are bibless
children in a
cosmic playpen
dribbling starjuice
and spitting up blood
hoping our mothers
any mothers
will come and clean it up
before the deluge
orphans us
to the jarring rift
of dreamless wake.
In the enormous unchambered
charity of the heart
I found a season,
stripped and flagrant
and seeded to praise,
matching light
to its own dark,
initiating a holy
run of embers
and symmetry,
wombkind’s
respiring reset,
through which dreams
usher in dawn’s
cleanest breaks
and reform.
There is a stunning
and original reciprocity
that takes place
when two people
are moved to dance
while holding hands
with only air
beneath their feet.
What would it be like
to immerse fully
in glory-be,
the phoenix
scatting heraldic
firewalk bop
through a veil of scattered ashes,
a sound bath
comprising a plasmic cake
of purple bubbles
and mint slather,
what would it be like
to dissolve swimmingly
into a dance beyond distance
and worldly concerns,
as you flirt with Eternity’s
starriest fox,
a pinwheeling conglomerate
of molecules, dreams and dust,
spelling out the bones of love,
its play-siege,
in a necklace of smoldering cursive,
what would it feel like
to trespass freely,
to grasp the liquidy Gorgon tresses
of the numinous,
the manifold tentacles
of nightsong,
as you swing wildly
to a ballroom blitz
of pure unfettered harmony,
held batingly aloft
between one spiraling breath
and the next?
The green woman,
dressed in fire,
came to me again
last night
and affirmed–
While not taking
anything personally
is quite a feat
for one to accomplish,
imagine
just imagine
a world within
where you no longer
take yourself
personally,
ahhhhh then
you begin
to understand freedom
as sovereignty
measureless in its movements
toward grace.
So grateful for the gathering of people who became a part of the magical and inspired launch of Nocturne Variations, and in the gracelighted eternal words of the Little Prince: “What is essential is invisible to the eye, it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.”
