September 2013

spring surge . . .
night presses out
its dark wine

by the moon. . .
a bushcrawler too
dons the divine

deep space . . .
tonight its emptiness
fills mine

navel gazing . . .
a young monk unravels
the wound

sinking deeper
and deeper into it—
the moon pond

winter sea . . .
an ancient silence winces
towards me

straying
between stars . . .
my eyes

spring fever . . .
flesh flexes still
over bones

moonlight
sleepwalking
gas clouds

spring rainbow —
the colour of light
finds its voice

blinding light!
knees bloody the road
to Damascus

awake again —
just the wake again
of Charon's boat

all the things
that make me go hmmm ...
music break

mosaic eyes . . .
a dragonfly assembling
God's likeness