The Azure

I can never be sure of God,

but I am sure there is love, 

healing.

if Love is God 

then I can be sure, 

if not secure, 

Of a higher being

I can see and feel the sun,

and am sure of its brightness 

If I can be sure of its light

and that God is light 

Then there is an end to my endless night.

I cannot be sure of me

the fleeting 'he', 

a once given adverb. 

As I swim in the saline sea 

and see this me 

I know what is dark and cold, 

wrong from right. 

sure  on the shore of mortal solitude 

That I am bright 

in this ocean of azure light

Meeting sacred

I said to you when first we met

that when the swallow skims 

The liminal evening

I am awe struck by its simplicity

I am in Meeting with its flight

And When the sun infuses

Photosynthesis in 

The alchemy that the leaf brings 

we are in Meeting

With hidden things

When the breath breathes me

And I hear my blood pulse  

far away someone is speaking  

Some one exhaling God  

We are in light’s communion   

We in Meeting Merged.

But at my lowest ebb

Or high tide-gathered   

focused in on visceral   

Darkling things

You will find me un met

Without and within   

on my own  

Singular still.

  Sitting in the deep  settled,  

gathered in  

Softly Weighty.

But abstract 

Down the barrel of a camera

I am Zoomed, 

digitally distressed, 

plagued and far from home. 

In the un holy virtual real  

The concrete unforgivable steel.

Of theory religion 

Then

Only the mountains 

hold their secret sacraments still

Still sacred silent wooded hills

 here I am again meeting you 

In Meeting.  

And in meeting you I’m met.

Paint life

Paint me many colours 

Of the black-light spectrum

Where the world floats on cyan oils of perception 

Where gossamer awareness

 Is  a breath in confusion

Sucked in by the depth of this sense illusion. 

A delicate surface of seeming perfumed

believing 

Nothing is now, 

and now 

Revealing 

the shade melan shadows of being

Down in the vermillion core

Where sensation explodes

Like a bullet through thought

To the glass heart,

magenta of my mirror-mind 

the stream of dreams of the world 

And shatters in crimson

The carnage of perception and time

Rhiannon Duwies

Rhiannon Dewies

or Pearlescent Grey

Her breath

of mountain Stream

 Between  the braided worlds,  

twilight-curled 

 Breathed around the day, 

Inhaled the edged air 

Where evening threads   

the slumber-town. 

She pure conscious shines

 Exhales 

Lifting her lunar light

 She rides the equine moon

 side saddle  up past the 'Sglodi'.  

Left at the Twmp 

 Past Evans the butcher 

 Clatters by Grace Church and Ffordd  Dwr, 

Canters up Narbeth high street 

Her image reflecting in boutique windows,  shimmering translucent 

She Floats over the  sinking real  

And high there  into the air 

She  ascends 

Up Llys Don  way 

Toward Caer Syddi 

the town enthralled 

Bellow  Turns  Mythic.

We tried to catch

as catch can 

But no mater how fast 

 We ran Or for how long 

Past the shops Between the cars,

 She was always far 

Always just beyond  

between the interlacing worlds 

with strange delirium  

We ran bare  foot  

down the middle of the road 

in the blue-night haze  

Past Arcturus  

Toward the great  cauldron-bear 

Always her far off stare 

Never for my arms 

Never close to kiss 

Never to touch 

Never to reach  the end of her stay 

The goddess of the  deep rifted time 

Shining in both worlds 

her royal pearlescent grey.

Tuatha Di

I am the stranger

Passing through,

I am quantum flux.

I have always been

although

I sometimes fear I’m not

And never have.

I am Tuatha Dé Danann

The face around the corner

Sideways to the sun 

It is hard just to be

And harder to see

In this 

The day to day managerie

Of terrible things. 

The un-humanity of it all.

I am faceless crowd.

When winter

Comes 

and the cold sets in

I am the witness 

I do not know where I’ve been

When Sleeping.

Or the places my heart has seen 

unconcously dreaming

But I do know ego

And that 

I am victim

This

world will not know 

Me

Yet I exist.

I will just pass through my

own unified identity theory

Completely anonymously invisible 

But I am here

A forgone conclusion 

I am the scream of existence

At a vast distances.

But i am not the lie.

Not the false god

I think I am

just a  child

Born of no woman

listening to the song

At the worlds edge 

Thunder struck

As the cold sets in

And none the wiser

I came unknown 

And will leave thus 

While others have notoriety 

I will be obscurity 

The Always stranger

The empty mirror 

Where reflection is impossible 

Unless light has memory 

Am I memory 

Reflecting light?

Experiment with light

Experiment with light.

We all shine in the azure

On this bright 

Ocean earth pearl  

Tumbling infinity 

Radiating reflected light  

Flowing out and beyond   

the endless Waterfall of time

So as not to look down

not to look back 

But flow forward

Keeping well on.

Stay with in

to look without,

 purity of the pearl in a grain of sand

 the deepest silence in sand grain mind 

In many layers of  the luminant consciousness 

Which illuminates 

Phenomenal phenomena

When invisible

We see the un-visible In its true visibility.

When we cannot see

We have no faith  without faith  We cannot see  Yet faith is a raft  to cross the wild wild sea And leave it all behind

(I will not look out at the distractions

down at the corrupting)

Throwing light to Truth

Truth to love.  Eros, phraternia and agape 

All of it a smiling dream

Ever-seeking  soul

Can you know the silence ? 

Know silent light? 

The stillness of it all 

The micro vastness  of God 

moving 

In every atom. 

All things dancing  in the radiating vibration  of the singularity of being

But none of the above

And none of it with out the light of love

Sci philosophy

the poet sees deeply 

But science sees only process and theory

It cannot own knowledge, 

Nor imagination or leaps or vision

Fooled by hypothesis

Slowed to a crawl by arrogance 

It does not see behind 

The thing itself. 

They only see the parts.

The Russian doll atom

The poet knows 

It is lighting in a reflection 

A cracked mirror of desperation 

An acquired taste

A chance encounter 

A reaching out

 And a taking in

all consuming synchronised 

Passion

A turning sideways to the sun

And hard to face

Rejection 

A totality of being

One doll to represent it all