Experience once

The flower cracks 

the seed

That grows the bud 

And the smallest atomised grain blooms the maths of things 

Joy love, fear and pain 

the equation of being

The Quality of the senses .

The colour of  mind.

mind of brain 

and brain of matter

matter of thought.

And in this way the universe fulfils itself from Thought to matter to matters of thought.

To being to beginning and end.

What are the qualities of all the geometry of things?

when is matter spirit and spirit matters maths?

When does matter gather conscious to itself

And bind it in the dark 

And weld it to the heart?

Or is consciousness the primary 

Generator?

Life and consciousness and consciousness to life 

in this dance and  flow 

Of field and force

Vibrant shimmer and shiver 

Up and down the dark waters of a universal flow

I think my life is thought 

built on a billion suns

And  the seed that falls 

at my end, cracks.

Falling into the ever falling night 

Until there grows a far off light.

Mother

Motherless children grow

In unimaginable sorrow

An eternal lonely space

A universal hollow place

That will never heal.

We are wound.

We do not know what it is we miss

But we know we miss.

Yet we thrive in art and song

In the doing and the done 

In business and changing things

We take on the world alone

And win in our loss

Our splendid isolation 

Our razor skin

Our tower of splendid absence

Our thrown of disfunction and distain

Our unnerving refusal to give in

To your world to your society 

God’s world in which

we blaze in fury!

Ystorm

Ystorm.

In the thick pitch-howling 

Rocking the walls

Tree cracking  at the

 windows rattle

Of my edges

Comes the Presli 

Night storm screeching 

Calling my name -  like a lover.

Over Drigarn and into town

Across thicket fields and livlock hills

And cae Bach and Parc

It pushes, shoves and claws its way

To my small caravan hedge-tucked 

 it finds my far away bed!

 in the isolated cwm

Where no lights shine 

here in Tegfryn Lletty 

Ti yw'n unig ac yn unig!

It blasts my soul.

 it scorns under the floor

Under the door

Freezing to the core

And down the gutter pipes 

Accusing me in essence and being

Of not living.

Rwyf wedi dy ddarganfod di.

Ti hunan-gynffonig yw.

Ni fyddi di'n cymryd dy gadair, na gwisgo dy ddillad Derwydd!

I have said the deep spell in Baladaulyn

Dwfn Annwfn was the incandescences.

I mix the spells red and white!

I have uttered the last swnion 

Down the poison chalice of Ceridwen 

And now I’m the lone alone man

So Profoundly so.

That the  storm translates me 

penetrates me

transfigures me

 and becomes me 

Fi yw e!

Stage left

Those who have left

Stage right

And out of sight 

the Beautiful calligraphy 

Of their lives 

 Of ink on air, 

And wild fire 

And cold water. 

gentle memory  

Of earth dreams 

and half Remembered scenes 

Words and phrases 

Smiles and tears 

Inculcated into  

Regrets  

and simple Missing Speeches.

 All on stage 

And with them 

pursued stage left 

By bears

God killer

These

spiritual gymnastics 

The Christ talkers do

The logistics and linguistics

The complex reasons why.

Life as an escape room

A pain puzzle

Nature red in tooth

A murder of the meek

This in sense insensitive 

Finger pointing

Holy scent incense me - with

The greatest lie

The most horrific 

Heinous bloody lie

That anybody can

 know God.

The

nothing untruth.

dungeon master

 guess me if you can!

the reason is void

For this worlds injustices 

It is just that 

Cold cruelty

I will not play

Priest man! Your spiritual torture 

The god  killer. 

You do not speak for me or to me 

Or in me.

There is no intercession 

He made a dove and killed it.

And called this love!

Bay 3

You and I watched

Tiger Bay fall into the sun

Let it sink beyond the sea 

Where the salmon rivers run.

On the granite quay we stood

Side on side.

“Have I always been here

On this evening edge 

Holding farewell hands

with you?”

I thought but said

“God is long time dead in me 

I am not of the chosen few,

I am my own weakness

My own dim light 

my own shadow blocks my view”

Looking down 

You sighed, 

having heard it all before

“All things must fall 

The bottom must drop out

The whole cannot hold!”

you thought but said

“Ahh my dear 

My tea’s gone cold.”

And poured a libation

Into the dock

Reality is too short to kiss I thought

But said instead

“Do you believe there is 

anything that can truly set you free?”

You answered, “obviously 

I live in hope and you?”

I looked inside myself 

and left the lie to bleed in ‘yes’

Right there on the stones

I left empty headed 

My ship sailed 

No salient point

No seal kissed

The bay 

Transubstantiated

Bay 2

You and I watched

Tiger Bay fall into the sun

Let it sink beyond the sea 

We witnessed the salmon tide run.

“Have I always been here

On this evening shore 

Holding farewell hands

with you?”

I thought but said

“God is long time dead in me 

I am not of the chosen few,

I am my own weakness

My own dim light 

my own shadow blocks my view”

Looking down 

You sighed, having heard it all before

“All things must fall 

The bottom must drop out

The whole cannot hold!”

you thought but said

“Ahh my dear 

My tea’s gone cold.”

And poured it into the water.

Reality is too short to kiss I thought

But said instead

“Do you believe there is 

anything that can truly set you free?”

You answered, “obviously 

I live in hope and you?”

I looked inside myself 

and left the lie to bleed in yes

Right there on the stones

I left empty headed 

No seal was kissed

The bay had faded