I SEE THE FIRECRACKER STARS
I SEE THE FIRECRACKER STARS
(for smith)
If I run
if I listen
if I sit
if I walk
if I drive
If I am quiet inside
for a while
Let still
the hard banter
Let still
the goals
Let still
the grip
Let settle
Let settle
deep inside
lightly
nestle
listen
Wind kindles
stillness slightly
Wind kindles
water in the well
Wind touches
Wind coaches
I close my eyes and wait
and look inside
Ideas
are behind my eyelids
Sometimes the ideas
look like words
Sometimes the ideas
look like eyes
Eyes blinking at me
from the screen
of my closed eyelids
Eyes looking at me
out of firecracker
mandalas
Thus This has eyes
ideas
and wind
This comes
from deep
slow
soft places
It catches me,
the soft wind
It catches me
in a thorough net
of gentle
permeation
It catches me
when I let go
of the video camera
of the goal
of my quotidian ambition
Or sometimes
it catches itself
to my video camera
if my video camera
looks like a fun ride
Sometimes the wind
and the ideas decide
the video camera is a fun ride
and they run with it and
sometimes the video camera
is a caliper with sails
and sometimes
the caliper with sails
is a church
with an antenna
And sometimes
the antenna has legs
into the ground of being
And sometimes
the ground of being
sprouts two lovers
groom and bride
The lovers are part
of the sticky ground of being
they stick by means of gravity
Gravity through Mother Earth
permeates and pulls us
Gravity moves Two
back to One again
Fastened forms
mud and blood
we throb
Gravity is love
and it fastens the soles
of our feet on this ball set on course
through itself
Following the wind
of the sun
Slogging through it,
slogging through itself,
warm form slogging through itself,
warm form embracing itself,
warm form when I wrap my arms
into You
Warm form
clumping together,
clasping itself,
Threads
when we clasp,
embrace
I lay myself into you
Looking into the thrub of your chest
I see the firecracker stars
The graced transcendence
behind our eyelids
The eyelid
of your chest
The eyelids
of our Aye
~ Lady