I went to the mountains today,
I wept amidst the trees for no reason,
I needed to be there.
My eyes were hungry for the sunlight as it shimmered gold
through pine needles.
I stood watching in Forever.
The tallest of them laughed as they danced in the Chinook
breezes,
And so did I.
And the same One who whisked the hair across my brow
Whispered in both ears,
Messages only the body could understand.
Someone walked me through trails of damp leaves,
The scent of earth, and of becoming earth, rich in the air.
A man by the river threw stones at a sleepy log in the water,
and I loved him.
The setting sun bode me home.
Driving home, Someone was painting the Eastern sky, for me -
It broke my heart.
I wept again.
The sky darkened and muted colors to deep hues,
Yet the farmer's field, freshly cut, held its luminous glow
As it invited a flock of dark birds to rest.
The outline of tiny farm houses slowly dimmed
As the vault of fathomless sky expanded in all directions,
And for a moment I Felt the Sacrifice - the clean Ecstatic
Wound;
Like this beautiful day, my form too shall pass quietly into
Eternal Evening.
I'm drunk.
You're beautiful.
Dark sparrow sits on the frosted branch.
In the concussion of Silence
Trees weep.
Night sky offers her breast.
I'm drunk.
You're beautiful.
I am a fool lost in this Garden.
The scent of your Poetry seeps under my door.
In the back room
Heaven and Hell grasp in a frenzy of visceral ecstasy.
I'm drunk.
You're beautiful.
Do you know how luxurious your Heart is?
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White Bone
White bone, smooth and clean, rests quiet under a foot of
cold fast water,
Its image wobbles in the currents, a foreshadow.
White flakes drift down from a grey winter sky and disappear
into the cold flow.
Branches cased in a crystal glaze of ice barely hang above the
water,
Sometimes surrendering to the baptism of the current.
And the evergreen mosses,
Bearded white where they lick the spray of mountain stream
Soften the banks with memories of summer.
White rabbit in a brown forest.
Grey skies in a translucent day.
The deep silence of winter gathers around as I leave the roar
of the falls,
Then leave the lapping of the stream
Until all that remains is the sound of textures under foot,
The muffle of matted leaves,
The crunch of rich earth laced with virgin ice.
And I must stop,
Only breath is left,
And It stops.
Onlyness is left.
And Silence swoops down like ten thousand hungry ravens,
To devour what is left of me.
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Fall
There's a pressure in my Heart,
.And time has disappeared.
..The mountains on the horizon
Are shouting their silence at me
With swirls of pink and mauve evening.
...And the potent air bites and caresses,
As it pleases.
....And withered leaves rattle on the trees,
Sound and brilliant color,
Everywhere alive with the death of form.
.....How can I take this in,
How can I not...
