"this morning
thirty-nine past four
the wolf light
we saw a perfect white deer
a milky mist of wonder
standing still
with merciful eyes
looking at us"
XLI
His sound rains sparks of light
Leaking fire from kilns of kings
Slowly hammering out bronze ardour
Hissing old hot rules, once true
Her tiny little kingfisher soul
Beating on his mighty chest
Sighing we release her here, again
Forget about fear of being free
She then peels herself from her kernel
Passion glowing in cerulean lustre
XLII
Light pours from her little flower garden
Her blushing sun dancing, singing dawn
A bright blue ribbon in the wind
Playful swifts flit like childish thoughts
What she sees in his ocean eyes
The searching of the questing fool
Belonging to something much larger
Broken bonds from veils of dreams
The promises we ask for
Soft moon shine as the sun rises
"hélas
we hesitated once
when childish snarls forbade us
stopping us, easily
and now
something missing
so make me another
please
let me see you do it"
XLIII
Master of stolen waves
You stroll with an assured bounce
Natural, proud, with savage joy
Sure of where we keep our love
Fitzcarraldo, scaring off the natives
With masterful glance and bold bravado
We shall overcome, hear us
Life remastered, for us all
But nothing changes, really
You will be glad to learn
XLIV
We freely joined this dance
Weaving agile flames about us
Ignorant from dread and nothingness
We see only stunning lightbeams
See your chariot drawn by amber horses
Shine upon this divine life
The iridescent courage you release
To be free from hellish baboons, prancing
Make our eager ears and eyes
Mouths keen to spread the word
"our heart
this carmine trophy
belongs to us
truly
a simple charm
rids us all of pain
an old fortress
as time starts now
let it go
allow healing”
XLV
A soft full moon unites what is divided
Sun chasing her round the cobalt night
The sphere of music
An echo in endless circles
The sweetest thing that ever held breath
I embrace her luring limbs
She is most real
Blessed fire, freed from fraud
Curving round my bed
Lovelier than anything
XLVI
Nothing moves these ancient roots
Nourished by our chant
The guard leaves the long day open
Us still ploughing round it
Vestigial heavy heaving breath
Trails falling autumn leaves
Whiffs of meaning changing light
Sure they can not linger
We anticipate all this time
Drenched in vastness
"illumination
we harbour seeds and fruits
bursting with knowledge
potent
waiting for pauses
in resonance
when we glow with passion
vibrate
and, finally, open"
XLVII
A bronze couraged breeze foretold
How our deepest dreams will end
Beating slowly, one, two, three
A chapel of booming atoms
All we ever wanted
Sacrificial beasts and flashing sickles
Truths ripped from edgy depths
Nailed in fabled pleasures
Six, seven, still prizing time
Our eyes the yoke of oxen
XLVIII
Sometimes modest rulers knock on our gate
Herald a truth fest, wider than it is high
As they say, a king’s messenger
Illuminating dark, weaving words of trickery
The old guard dealing passwords
Lives to which nobody objects, really
He knows we all need Maia’s son
He, that closes mouths with a kiss
Thief and heir to godlike rapture
Leads us into blameless peace
"or this
trumpets
celestial harmonies
infinite vistas
we are holding hands
hear light-hearted bells
concord enrobes us
angels stare
a deepening trance
gloria"
XLIX
We gaze through our thin windows
Steamed up with tainted tears
Where is this place we will not find
Wrapped in wilting wanderlust
After travelling far and choosing right
We are left with earthly senses
And trees leaking fables
Not ever seeing more than allowed
Our shimmering abandon
Here with one thing on our mind
L
The old titan rests here
In our god-coloured eyes
Uprooting subterranean urges
Spewing essential rage
Heads tilted, we listen intently
Deafened by his name
Urge him to unfold wings
Hear him tread mossy feet
He was just here, you know
You see him, now you don’t