Divinity Fair
What lies of time, I have conquered.
Rhythms of the world
Vibrating like chords on strings,
Down through the flesh and outward through the mind
and heart as grace.
Descending from on high and spilling like the light of God,
Like the sun coming to power,
They claim sovereignty to rise and fall with all acceptance and concession.
All within us; all within us.
If your love is still a lotus,
Bleeding purple upon its silk,
Endlessly melting off the very petal and
flowing down, and sweetly staining
my dirty earthly hands and touch,
Then will you open up for me?
I'll bear the color and beauty,
Dying from its elation into unconsciousness.
This ether is a veil that I can lay my hands upon
Without grip as it billows without a tear.
I find no sanity here or a way out,
Still I don't seek it, only accept.
Oh rapt becomes my golden moon, so swollen
In glitter on black water,
A lake I look into above me.
Lifting my hands up into it to feel the teeming electricities beyond
the still surface, accessing them until I am entered
With such shining undulations.
In Autumn I don't hold back my leaves
And let them fall, restless to fill my crown again.
Scratching at the sky to bring on Spring warmth.
Enamored with the dance with which
The Universe animates me so as to rejoice
its great and infinite self.
And when the puck and pan creep in,
With the coming Summer wind,
I'll be colored with my passion as the spirits enter
through my door at midnight's ever,
Stirring the affairs of Nature in my mind:
The young and widowed ingenue flees to the church.
She has a secret bourne to the solace of sanctity.
To marry anew in her hooded cape of scandalous red and bating satin
That flails in the warm and brazen, living warm Southern gale.
What lies of time and pretended ends,
Are the snares of Past and Future myths.
What I have questioned, I've overcome,
To be released and then undone.
Into the all-embracing dream, connected and felt by each piece of God. Spilled from it, bourne of sanctity, and raptured up as whole again.
Then Heaven is within and whole again.
© 2005 Michael Eden
