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!