Saturday, July 03, 2010

In Response to JJ's paintings

Re-entry

I peer up from the bottom of the sea
and see a watercolor fantasy
through slivers of a blue moon.
“Be still in lavender streaks of sleep tonight,”
the Buddha winks.  “Tomorrow you will see.”

I’m feeling teal today,
my tongue a Phoenix flame,
a fuchsia pyre of words unspoken.
My poise of mind lost, hidden deep
like a crystal scepter in a galaxy of rage.

Once I was cut into three,
A patch of bad, a swirling orange crush.
I held on and wailed, “Don’t go.  Don’t go!”
until my burgundy heart bled black and I sunk
to the bottom of the sea.

But today I rise from an absence of color,
surface to body surf on an ocean path.
Untitled solar flares greet me.
I squint and sway to a conch shell refrain,
the sound of infinity.


The Buddha grins
because although three black squares
once divided Heaven and Earth,
today has turned metallious gold
with a boundary-less horizon.

“Look, I see you,” the Buddha laughs.
“Can you see?”  An inestimable burst,
unbound spectrum, fields of color and swirl,
 “I see you.  Can you see? That’s you
in the resplendent prisms of love and letting go.”










1 comment:

  1. Beautiful imagery - great to read you again my friend.

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