The Watchful
from my eye
my hiding place
I watched the Earth
on every side
a refulgent glow
gold and cattle and elephants
abiding in the midst
life shines, truth above all
a truth unborn
in the subtle channels
of the body. Thou art that
in the seed, in all things that burn
in the wind, in one sound
a deep sleep of oneness
even the mountains are afraid of that.
Transmigration
When we rediscover the way to shed
our bodies, to become exoskeleton,
molten from the nymph stage, reborn,
boundless in reality, radiant, aflame,
differences are just words,
the arrow and the aim become one.
A Matter of Custody
To be believed,
they say you must be bruised or broken,
ruptured, vapourized, particles in the smoke.
How poison ivy causes the skin to blister.
Have they forgotten so quickly?
Before courts and judges, there was motherhood.
Protector of the body. A woman, timeless on the open plains
……………..Giving birth to kings.
Bow
to every
creature drawn
to this fleeting moment;
the period we have
to appreciate each other
is nearly over.
Departure
From beta wake state
to delta trance,
uncovered with you, all my spirit
can do is dance. Secretly.
The way a fetus does, concealed
in mother’s womb.
There, I said it. Now, how can we
soften the pain?
Shed this skin. Recount each other.
Recur with each other.
Touch each other’s sound.
Hover about as they bury
our bodies.
Come, my friend. Do you
want to be weightless
with me? Be sky with me?
Go home with me.
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image: George Payne
