Deep Bliss Spiral Nebulae Twilight

January 24, 2010

Deep bliss spiral nebulae twilight grey youth
momentous likeness of a mood set to candlelight.

Floating twig green mountains dripping
gemstones, flagstones, new men and women,
no birth cords; risen thrice sunset and a fourth
birthing from a lone lark’s egg hatched song.

New soil, ruby-emerald walking stick with
antennae made of shed mermaid eyelashes;
living coral, pleasures asleep, pearls nestled
and roughly glowing perfectly rainbowed
and pricelessly unopened to the air.

Exhale and loving, solid gold treasure chests
always hinging; glistening forest nymphs,
and myths as old as today will ever get.

Butter baked cookies,
a carpeted stairway leading horizontally,
jars of glowing cocoons, lidless,
floating and chattering with Autumn’s
falling leaves as they hover-march outside,
following that same path from where
they were gathered from,
to the shores from where
the glass was once sand.

To lay down,
to marvel at what Desire
can do with nothing,
to marvel at what Desire
can achieve with no probabilities;
simple and time-passing awe at
the invisible honey exuding
between the lips of I AM and I WAS,
while the IS-tongue laps,
laps and laps inside its own
honeycombed cheeks
for what was stored by
Springtime and Summertime’s
meetings of workers,
swallowing presents,
some with bows, others not,
some so masterfully wrapped
that the soul cannot dare
pull such promises apart.

The grasses and small air bubbles
caught up under the Swamp of Lovehere,
the today-stumps sprouting ancestor trees,
the marketplace inside a lover’s chest,
heaving between cosmic-demonstrative and
everyday, nearly never second guessed habits.

Diamonds and chambers of silken rainbow hair,
sun shinning headdresses feeding solid gemstone
vultures and soft caressing cobras hissing under
the Earth’s tectonic plates for a sugar cube’s worth
of God’s long ago pressed and released heartquake.

A two dimensional paper sonnet,
alive and climbing up
another world’s tallest mountain;
reaching the top it folds itself
into a goat, then a butterfly,
then an airplane,
and finally balls itself up,
rolling down,
unveils galactically multiplied-worth-trillions
of manuscripts making up this tall place,
bringing its height down to reading level.

Gorgeous planner, beautiful dreamer,
lone landing-limb and a purple palace
made of mushroom lids.

Worthy weathervane floating in Space,
barn doors drifting across Saturn’s rings,
oceans returning to wherever
God happens to blink to,
long migrations of boiling Creation-stew,
meteors holy-navigating
different drop routes so as to not disturb
their flight patterned perfected chaotic peace.

Orange mermaid,
and a turquoise merman,
A planet of green oceans
with no easy transition beaches,
sheer yearning angles,
starfish who leave
for the sky at twilight,
spirit fish singing the shorelines
into foam encampments.

A spaceship restored,
cleaned and humming.
Rest, weather,
self sustaining licorice antlers
and fairy bird pets
who cannot wait to taste them.

As he walks
each footprint is another self unshod from,
as he speaks
each conversation is another god-talk
appointment-to-be,
as he touches
each nerve quiver is another
joyful angel born,
as he looks at black with black
each vision is love’s contemplation
of Eternity’s favorite pastime,
to give birth to saving and leaving,
as he tastes water flowing
from his own hair
each savor is a savior,
a holy commandment left blank
and glowing with
gold on gold lovemaking,
as he becomes the ether
from whence he originally IS,
each sunrise spreads vaporous-him
across a naked planet,
depositing life as Life is…