Monday, December 19, 2022
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
Friday, January 10, 2020
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
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
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
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
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