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

Time

Nothing can 

protect you

but  love.

the day slips

 the sun rolls

Toward the hills, 

warm light spills 

on the kitchen wall, 

in the distance laughter, 

calls

Outside the slow 

pacing clouds,

Precipitate,

petrichor 

 fills the air.

Chin on hand

From the longing window

Stare at the passing shower

And Wait and Wonder.

At the passing  hour

Time is a fly

Bone idle buzzing,

against the pain

My pain and yours

But love, love

close

And in separation 

 knows Nothing

Of  truth or what is true

But it alone has the power

To heal me and you.

Corner of a Dream

I came around the corner of a dream

And saw you coming 

down the  old lane

  I recognised your blue eyed smile

 What are you doing here?

 We screamed 

We hugged in tears and joy 

Your wet tears on my neck  

Laughing and crying 

We walked the wooded  field edge 

down to the stream 

Among the bluebell bird song  

And talked of times gone by.

 Your family and the perfect sky 

How every one was doing now 

Your children  

Whom I will never know, 

Long hours in sun  

we sat cool toes in a pool

 A lazy summers day 

You and I 

As the evening set 

 we fell away 

Slowly to sleep 

On the hospital grass bed 

You smiled  

Through the respirator. 

I held your hand 

And parted

 I awoke 

howling into the dark

Hyacinth moon

Y Tir Cwastraff

April is the miracle month

Resurrecting life 

from dead land

fecund Ram 

flood moon

The moment in full colour,

Steeped in plenty, 

Womb full desire. 

Weaving  memory

On scented breeze.

The perfection of being 

In the sheer forever now.

The seed sap 

bright liquid dawn.

Sun surges 

through stem 

the engine of leaf

the engine of me

The force that

Explodes blossom

That drives my blood

Knows no winter

Sees only

Death the generator

April is the fifth Force 

Surprising us with

sudden rain 

shivering the lakes surface

‘Coffiwch! Dim Sais! Cymro dw'i!

Go iawn Celt!’

We called across the lake

of the drowned village
As the submerged bell rang.

But we knew them of old

So rung  a slow curse.

Mixing blood and soil

Wild hyacinth scented
Cauldron monthed

Wild moon miasma,

Thunder struck by creation:

loveless you will be

In the unreal city

Virus ridden lost ape 

Alone in the karma cafe 

Rain streaked windows

Lives measured out

In cigarets and ringed

coffee cups

Plastic spoons.

With no real home

Nor hope in deliverance 

Educated far beyond 

Our Intelligence 

Loser

Success

Like bloody evening falls, 

Over my content 

My heart slows

Under its seductive whisper 

A gold feather of lead

A cup of tea gone cold

An empty hall 

A closed theatre

vacant seats

Something just not right

The candle gutters

A lazy Spider crawls

Shadow play on walls

As I wait 

in the dust 

Of silence 

foolish I 

Poor silly man 

Wanting it all

But never catch as can,

Must be content 

With my discontent 

I consent 

But at what cost?

For had I won the universe 

And you,

I still would say I’d lost it all

And say it was not true

Iridescent death

King fisher

cobalt flash

bolts under

the weeping willow’s

latticed leaves 

plunges the surface  

of the reflected sky. 

Fisher King 

under the Skin 

of the rivers flowing fleet 

to strike sublime  

 scaled flicker of fish,  

Iridescence inspiration.  

 Depth dug meditation  

To hold the mind open   

And sink up, out

and pierce flesh  

Flick the surface 

of the evening splash 

streaming out beyond

 to become kissed sublime. 

Sheer Stealth from above 

the fisher of souls 

ignites his fatal love