Into the Soul - Spiritual Poetry

These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The Squaring Knife

my shadow's wake
plum and full with longing

and the silent moving meadows below indicate
my altitude has grown even more pronounced

the sea of consciousness
has feathered me

my fears have morphed into
confections of sweet honey laughter

like a squaring knife
has aligned me, perpendicular
to that strange and lustrous

that now peers out from behind everything.


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