Three Poems Of Awakening

 

Chrysalis 

emerging from her chrysalis
her butterfly wings
unfurl
a painstakingly careful
movement, now wet and shining
in newly established brilliance
Hush!
even the birds dare not fly
insects stop crucial activity
the ground breaks
its labyrinth
a moon falls in tears
a moment descends its resignation
she flies to your hand
you are astonished
and have no idea why
you hold her in your left palm
and hesitate,
:”No.” you say, “I can not keep this winged creature,
it is far too beautiful,
it would surely break my heart.”
she flies away and you watch
your jaw clenches
you shudder
you just know
it was your own spirit
you released
an unspoken promise
a remembrance
returned to you
A Fascination Waltz
with your Beloved.

 Wildflower

I want to write a love song for You
that will make you blush,
make you weep in deep sobs,
in aching memory.
I want to write words that will tear your soul apart,
make you rip your own silver tongue
from your bruised mouth,
just to see how you denied me, swallowing me whole,
casting me into cruel dark shadows where love is lost,
hidden away
I want to sing a melody
a siren-song, a lover’s call,
bursting forth a birth-cry
a moan of ecstasy
shuddering,
disentangled from the kelp and bleeding coral,
where we drowned with our sorrow,
gasping for air,
fish-eyed and flailing on a distant reef,
I want to break open your heart, 
find my wildflower held in a poem you have
written, waiting. 

Meditation
In my mind's eye
the edges blur,
shift a precarious balance--
my intrinsic nature disappears
into the darkness, leaving my
heart to feel its memories
door upon doors open and close
their sound takes me out
from the awkward silence
like a thirsty giraffe,
precious,
like a newborn life,

In my mind's eye,
the silence breaks,
shatters into images,
the cosmic dance begins
with oceans and seas
of realities, other worlds
and netherworlds, coalesce,
annexed to far-reaching dark stars
I travel through
vortex after vortex of Light and
create worlds upon worlds of distinctions,
heavy with the sounds of a subtle dissolution
where nothing happens,
faceless mirrors
of every incarnation
shedding skin upon skin
with a serpent's ease,

In my mind's eye,
these bare bones of infinity, precise vultures
break all bonds,
break all ties,
fly away with the blood of ancestors
on their terrible claws

In my mind's eye
nothing remains,
twinkling
like a sky, full of stars
in a deep purple night.