Angels in Water


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Climbing clouds down to their source
I stumbled into Hae.mi in the Himalayas
She winked at me before we got to the tip

Of the Asian pacific rim of trust
It didn’t take long to know her wetness
The liquid laugh and sighs of freedom

Discovery was not what it once was
But the breezy evening of everything together
The density and timing of our moving lives

That pulls the knots out of their ruts
As warmth spills in-between the skin
That are the neurotransmitters of our insight

The weaving of consciousness and body’s self
And genes that got us this far, instinct
Where the azure brilliance of thirst no longer
Obeying the salt of hope, but thunder
And an inkling for lightning in the pools

Where mothers of pearl are in our blood
And our lips are the roots of talking and energy
That we pass around like stories of how to float
In an ocean of so much beauty, we sometimes forget
How and why we met, thousands of years ago

And why familiarity never dulled, how we moved
Together underwater, properly, in airy fields of dream.

An Ancient Mayan Poem


112

I

The successive suns of summers
swim in me like a balcony of heat
I glow with the sol of sols

the pine cone of lava that
makes my cheeks full, white
the sun-drop of diamonds
have petrified in my heart
and I am creation rushing down

ii

On all that is below, these stars
know me and I among them
we are like water in water

ocean creatures of great adventure
vertigoes of light, layers of softness
suns of paradise, legends of golden noons
revolutions of princely sunspots
cliff of mortality, planets revolving

iii

Around a center, galaxies revolving
around a black-hole that was once
a great sun, time has pink candle-like veins

but she knows the sun, the sparkling rocks
the matter and energy of our destinies
caught up in a seabed of lights
the successive suns of summers
swim in me like an ode to sun-religions

iv

but I am here, drinking sun-wine
in the surreal view of full eyes
with a body of silver for the kaleidoscope

and a naked face dismantled by another eclipse
another wonder, another design of day.

HOW STRANGE THAT BOREDOM AND ALL HER HOPES RUN DRY


30

There are no ballads, crown-nests, no Songs!
That can relate living Experience
But the dreamers attempt the impossible
The translation being their variety
Of experience, the music goes on

Dying by the movement of our
Glossy selves, impermanent transactions
The drift of what we considered
So pragmatic, so terribly necessary
Years later appears as foolishly stubborn

There will be no great feasts at the
End of this, only nature and time
And other transparent necessities
The leafless hours and departed ships
Are no more, all that we know intimately
Will become extinct, such is the exqusiite
Depth of belonging, and not belonging.

Treatise on Immortality & Reincarnation


Between Nothingness and Eternity
I will meet you there
Past the rich pretensions

Of early life, my real name
You will know
By the frequency of my spirit

Wholly unto each other
As beings of Light
We will wrap our souls

With the rainbows of
Divine caliber, preparing
Our minds for future

Incarnations, I am the red thread
That attaches to your gold thread
We are the flame of spirit-stuff

Quantum and without angles
Between the Void and Infinity
I will meet you there

As particles of the Absolute
Our secret selves shall bathe
In the same bliss and rejoice

With unmeasured thoughts of the vast stars
Where Immortality shines in a billion
Evolving selves, with the speed of time.

Photography Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Spectrum-Over-South-Dakota-42260366079

God Permits Industrious Angels


12

Time, too much, too little
I do not want to live forever
Forever, composed of recurrent nows

There is no exception
To this simulation
Time changes everything

Except for Infiniteness
Those latitudes of home
That we can imagine past biology

Removes the dates, duality
Of mind, faulty perception
There are dimension beyond time

These months dissolve
Into further months, the years
Give way to an exhaling them

And the seconds pound like
Heart-beats of forever now
I do not want to live forever

And I won’t, though miss these weeks
Maybe, without internal debate
Or external pause, life is what it is

Celebrated days among the tragedies
No different from the stuff
The years themselves are made of

Time, too much, too little
You have executed memory
And composed a crystallization of “I”

Though I know it’s not real
There is no exception
To this simulation.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/no-time-48613390

“Go Ahead, For they Will Never Grow Older or Change”


6

We watch the galaxies fade
as if growing old was a long time
I shall take a long time, you said

as we loved the years until
they receded like angels-on-the-horizon
It’s majestic to enter and exit this life

they will only grow dimmer, you tell me
of the stars, the way we travel
through the trees, is not unlike the suns

how long does it take to reach
the end of a wave of light?
we watch the galaxies fade

through many eyes, through many minds
but it is all the same, blood still glistens
souls still shine, time the fiction of

centuries seem like a laughably short time
no matter how much you like your machine-side
it’s always been a question of oneness & communication
the youth walk one step further for us all

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Scattered-395278683

Portrait of the Void


These hours are not pregnant
Maybe in reversed tempo
I must be broken to love again
I wake up to the smell of pine needles
The hours of my humanity were edited
Performed memory autopsy
By the impotence of our toppled world
Yesterday or today or tomorrow
Blend into one, like a reconstructed
Holographic life, a quantum signature
With the breath of a fairy
Erected from lost discipline, cheated disciplines
These hours are like a miscarriage
Of all the love we stored in each other
Moments as brutal as magnetic suns
Whose ballet of light is unrelentless.