One day I left home. A home of an
If you’re running late I wouldn’t
If the table graced by your mind i
If you’re wearing boots and a flor
I’ll always light your cigarettes
If you bring some books and two fi
For what else rose fair humans fro
But Truth to reverence, one anoth
By Love the fragile flesh adorned
That rare, meek bird, that lost en
Abandoned all, they sought her in
1. My position is fixed, static as
2. Every now and then you hover by
3. I am always glad to see you. Y
4. There is a question, beneath yo
Like Paalen’s paintings
the mirror confronts me.
Peering out blue-rung eyes,
digging through diseased gums
for the lost Image.
The field lies fallow.
Go sow it with salt, then;
eyelids heavy with the lead of day
Babbling of the broken leaves.
That shining world it shone with l
Let Love who’s blind take out my
Let sinners see the snaking priest
Get velvet cushions for their knee
Clothed, we laughed close to the f
Through mud and spittle,
a blind man
saw (as Christ saw)
men and women like trees
over the earth.
Like Van Gogh’s gospel
the water of my sermon is a fire o
For Babylon a lover left me to he
my earmarked re(a)d: return to sen
Her faceless sons who flank my pyr
How the sun shines for me
and the rain my own tears
earth returned to me.
Symphony of dharmic movements
(night follows day):