An Ocean of knowing ...
Shifting volumes
Oceans
Waves, currents, depths, shallows, shoals- threat, salvation, longing
...waters
of intent.
Each particle
Each invasive moment surrounding, engaging
Each drop
an
Opportune occasion
to
Know—
the slinking, snaking, shining, exalting darks and lights
intonation, mode, scale,
facility, graceful query
awkward groping,
of
Everything!
Orange 12.08.’13
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Or, the inexplicable:
A life in retreat...
By the tears beneath the tree
and grasses 's song
whispering evolution til we stood
tall and long- Psychic Aid
See... Above
Their
Blades
-
The Yemen
is where we went to meet the
violence coming- '85?
No room for banal, no air left in that
room.
-ethics justify the venial, well... Always
has.
The Real is for the Extraordinary.
Fall, ‘13
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OR
El Nino Years and Georgia's Pane
Its hard to explain
about frogs, where
it was usually dry,
judge grey
gravel dry
sage green weeds,
blond and grey tumble, salmon weeds
but for seldom come big
Nino years[1] when
two inches of clear
water would sit Zen
above little
rocks, sand and
thousands of frogs
years hidden
appeared in the big
cottonwood hole singing all night seems
below a turn in the
road -they had to spread out
cars had to smash ‘em
one had to miss and
aim for the pool
in the hole
But a cottonwood
caught it for the longest time.
***
Its hard to explain
about Georgia.[2]
how
that last year was
when the veil between
worlds was so thin
It was payment in
full, ‘a blast of pure white light
glancing from a spread
of black raven's wing’
it was better than
any-thing, how
on the plane back from
that oasis in Egypt
seeping its vast
aquifer
in deep cold
oracular pools, how
if the plane crashed
on its way back, then it would have been ok
with me and her
-maybe not the other
folks on the craft...
.
*
But now John, ur
right, there's still to do
I'll follow the
streams I always have, to their source. You will too.
You can give charity
if you receive it, Steve
for the love of God, Bill!
September 3,
2013
11 Reggae
Court, LN CA
[1]
I was a boy child, un nino, then as well as it being a wet El Nino year.
[2]
Georgia was my mother who came to live with me when I was Newman Chalplain at
SSU in N. California. After 5 years there, I got sick, retired; she, at 80, and I took care of each other for
another 5 years. The ‘last year’
mentioned in the poem was 2005. "Georgias Pane"is the vision she provided into the otherworld, like an Icon.
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DesertSea MountainSky
IceWaterFountains
Lie
‘Leaves of Grass Sing
Body Electric’ Whispers
Rustlers Salty Sinews
All a few inchesWithinAbove
One's
T'aint
T’is
T’isn’t
Eternal Three or One
MemBranes Touch
Moments Erupt from Timeless Glory
Creation Once
Re-Creation
Reach you say!?
Each for
Each
09.30.13
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-Patrons Come and Go
Pissing
and squeezing their purse
feathers
wafting on any breeze
Light boats still sail by the trillion on an afternoon
sea.
-They
could but they don't-
Mind gripping blue
Morning Glories still chain any chain link to the sky
as they pray and make love with the Sun-
each to each.
can run the length of a city block.
They
should- they could- but use their children instead...
Wave upon wave crash and boom
Oceans lap, lap, lap, against the coastal range
pretty kitty at her milk
bamboo splinters, ropes of silk
We've
painted caves and cathedrals while you strut and stumble
pinch
pennies to your scrotum
waste
dollars on water witches and astrologers.
There are places beyond pictures, words or ideas
Finally, you will see
And
you won't even know it's me>
October , 2013
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DE DEUM
They call me “God.”
What a word? Some call me Ganesh,
Shiva, Kokyanwuti
And “Father!”
Well, I did make that perfect girl with child-
So, father
I Am!
And such a Son
I Am.
But these words- God, Purity, Father/Son- what do they mean
to me?
Better SILENCE from you about Me and My Doings.
Pure Spirit
I Am. Better you focus on being yourself kind,
patient, merciful, humble, honest, brave, loving, wise and just- And BELIEVE
that I want that-that that’s what I require.
Quiditas
(‘Honest’ especially, since lies are the language of the
Prince of Lies and his cruel humor at your nearly infinite capacity to delude-
yourself! The appearance of holiness, the sounds of holiness are not holiness,
for example- Only you and I...)
I blew the stars from clouds of gas
fragile as blown
glass
I am the ‘Maker of Worlds’- even your precious, lovely,
lonely earth with all its biology- (Keep it well, for I will remember your
Doings...)
I caused the Branes of Being to touch- Magnificent Moment of
Eternity- I Am.
So, you “go walking by the River, the beautiful, beautiful
River...”
I’ll be there too
Frogs and turtles
Trees and streams
I’m there,
with you!
I’ll ‘lift you up on
angel’s wings’
Son or daughter
Daughter, son
‘I’ll fly away, fly
away Old Glory’
You say,
I say
Stay,
Stay with Me.
Here and Now
I’m all there is.
I’ll show you
I AM the ‘Furthest
Shore!’
Stay with Me and mine
With me there’s
always
more!