In the vineyard the black bull stands with his famously intent gaze all others may be at their ease for he is keeper of his place bright force illuminates the hand in great haste the world was made the earth itself strains back to God's red wings the flame tree grows right up to them the persimmon and the talking snake and flesh to flesh was heaven then but oh the precious rest of death and buried in the church yard too the glare of life will all undo and childhood will reign again

"The sweet forever" -that's in a hymn.

Plan wind with eastern ears
it is a great treat to perceive
a little rest within the step
and the great heist of life is foiled
I am now washed
I am telepathy
and words well up
(my life is a gift that cost !000 dollars)

In the wind that fits
that blows the right measure
that stirs, but doesn't disturb,
blows an ease
a door swinging open
the passage to an ardent suitor
who holds my fingers
like the french
whose eyes undress
pleasantness,
you are sometimes bold

Friends, find now in this present moment, what in your own heart glows and goes forth
what there within your own chest holds steady the precious liquid in the cup of love
where the peace of a dove is all you've ever known
in you a sun child is born and says imagine a world, a fearless world,
a kingdom where you are perfectly free
in love there need be no law
In your charge is the great work of winter
to cultivate a silence
a serious and perfect stillness
where the whole earth of you can rest so deep
dissolving in this precious death
the gateway where again you smell the forest floor
you feel the watery chill
and finally, you thaw,you bend, you breathe

the world was whisked so far away
by doings of a lovelorn day
when dreams of innocence and joy
were crushed by clinging
into mists
you love and dream and see the truth
and wake in the stammer
of judas kiss

I was born one day by the garden gate
and flowers later bloomed in that place
so what was I to know of the fleets of ships
that go to and fro
before my time the gist of the world was made
and everyone clung to their own before I came along
therefore I wandered so soon in the cold,past
temples whose glow enchanted without warmth to give
Then I saw that to give is better than to receive,
as it means you are in a position to.
I wondered and pondered and considered and thought
but others pounded shapes in brands of truth
alone I shone in time
with mine I shine
and then I saw that all the story was of my own grand family

The lover,awkward
bold and true
who'll dart and dash away from you
alone you seem to dream the best
but lizards move
in feathered nests
and truth flows in with arctic air
the power comes from sitting still
enthroned on a volcanic hill
to love and be loved
both high and low
set in motion above the story line
and waking naked on a stage
a galaxy that turned a page

I deign to give the time of day
but then I turn my back away
long ago I had a tale to tell
I saw the trouble and stood strangely still
to move I must mourn
all hidden in black veils
to explain is not of as much use as to show
flow river flow
who tends the brook tends the sea
the lioness looks back so pensively
for power paralyzes haste and tears

The halo light
as water turns to medicine
may this force
never be restrained
or ensnared
I sit so long
below the tree
till a hand
comes in a cloud to me
to grant me, merely
everything
just the dazzling virgin day
If I am heartbreak and a plan
if I am waiting and exchange
let me live again
unfaltered
plain and strange

self just self
self that gets the slightest scrap
and descends it into self
face that needs sleep
face hangs on the cliff agape

the birds that swerve in a burst
I like those birds
that represent everything I've lost

wedding speech Mikey and Celine

what I wish for you and what every wedding day really is, is a beautiful powerful wish, the casting of an enchantment, a curtsy and a bow before all of our personal Gods declaring-We Wish to remain in Love.
As the glamours wax and wane of your good will toward each other and the perverse animosities that plague us all declare war on everything that is pure, I wish for that state of being so in love to spring up from the land of beautiful dreams, of this time and this day, and suddenly you see that through the lens of these years you've shared, ho-hum, high times,disasters and heroic victories that life brings you, you see the bloom, in her glory, that this day is the seed of, and that will be your flower.

The veiled and quiet temple dweller
engulfed in vast questions
left behind her bold authority
and gay companions
to let the moon and sky ascend
the grand backdrop for perfection
all that is lost and stolid
abandoned for the journey far
is restored in the harmonious arrival
the play of the wise
who come alive in the sparkling night

What does faith feel like? It answers an old hidden exhaustion within you with a tide of relief.Relief from your half self,like a (mouth) mouse that has been batted around by a cat for hours that finally dies, like merciful death. There is a thawing a melting of an unknown ice, a brittleness that becomes elastic, when a poor poor hunted thing is finally mercifully devoured.

How to prepare for winter

Beautiful solemn winter
at twilight you are so mysterious
when I see lights in the window
and smoke from the chimney
I feel just like a gnome.

The hamper

The mind in hunks
the desiccated opinion
my temper has a little
ugly murder
this is the lemon and milk relationship
that curdled for 15 years
but this process is useful
in certain recipes
known only to my mother

poem and response

The beauty of fidelity is a secret and intricate complexity or a water of life vitality-a hidden garden of truth.Fidelity, you are real. You carry love across time and space, and you are not as stuffy as people say.
(by Shannon:)
The darkness of the infidel is the lie that told itself to go to bed.There it met the water lily in the hidden parts of the mind where goalies guard the truth.
Infidel you are a chimera carrying a candle across the lake inside the spaceship,shifty as words are blind.

pressing on without flinging
anything
I plead with my high mind
the product of full life and
fertile times
moon drops from ass and ear
have lit the night
and stiffly I have seen
the future by their light
tomorrow formality gets its
blessing
all i see clearly is my sweet
heart
I seem to dream at waking times
to swing suspended yes or no
to dream of satisfaction on
a pillow,in repose

Mt futility and the wisp of hope
are swallowed by the saint who walks down the road of water.
the sad little garden that cost me so dear, won from total barrenness
and regal Justice raises her standard
I must wait a minute
for the love letter to arrive
my mind will be clear of clouds
the soul of time is in my house
to bend and bow
(I hope and fear)
to work with the warp and waft of the world

Hell came flying

the load of blast
hell is so fast
hell is so slow
held in hells hand
handed over to hell

How Heaven hovers
that is the float motion
the strawberry buoyancy
the buoyancy ocean
of potent love potion
of dust moats in light beams
I came apart
into flocks
that flew to and fro
that is the symmetry
that interests me
whenever I wonder
how high is heaven?