Spring Equinox
Come close, my friend, speak to me of passion,
of fierce fires of the soul that burn all structures to the ground
and the strange scapes of light that are left standing
on the inside of the world; speakto me -- of the spring thunder
that cracks bones and drives steep spikes of the sky
deep into the soft core of
the earth, and the silence
that spills out from the wounds. Come close, my friend,
your ink holds such an ancient story; speak to me of sadness
and of longing, and the ancient dust, the tearing separation
from the One, and the eternal quest for Union.
Come close still, my friend,
tell me what you see
when the transparent visions unfurl behind your lids,
and what you hear in the silent |
