no more mind
just the ebb and flow
of a sea
December 2016
word made flesh
the birth of silence
echoes still
beach-combing
a child washes away
from her death
moon-lashed sea
no more what it seems
in stillness
deep-down dark
the burden of self
yet to die
daughter buffalo
I too would die
to words
in the gap
between breath and touch
all is hush
see these wounds –
God's creating word
in the flesh
silent night –
a divine sadness
to be borne
here we drown
consciousness-stricken
with our words
oh the joy
dust from the big bang
in my lungs too
who am I?
a waft of waves
stills my breath
breath stop
between life
and death
sky-opening
my eyes upon the light
an oak concealed
with age
the deepening pallor
of the moon
with the moon
Kapiti out to sea
nothing else
ceaseless stars . . .
no end in sight
for the pathos
receding tide . . .
my negative capability
left high and dry
what's left of me . . .
a half moon haunting clouds
took my breath away
the gannet's dive
a life without language
before it's done
clear the headstone –
in time this breath also
summer clouds
breeze-wrinkled
my creek reflection
it is seen –
the shape of the cloud
when it was
out of the depths
the sound of swords beaten
and war no more
eye to eye
the bottom line
still there
lost to light
my solitude awash
with the sea
all things considered
night's stellar insouciance
brings me down to earth
earth to earth
the wonder of now
on its own
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