I am fascinated by bold individualism – Charles Cooper (meee tooooo!!!❤️)
dark matter sutra
.
last nite in the dark sky
a fox was calling
this eerie voice scathing scratching the air
scaring every living thing around
straight out of a horror movie or worst
some scary witch after me
for all my past sins and debauchery
I was ready to lock the doors
grab a pitch fork
throw the covers over my head
.
who knows really what a fox really is
maybe a prisoner in a fur body
trying to get out
some convict from a strange distant galaxy
“ .. and for your crimes against humanity
we shall set you on another world
known as earth
in strange body
with strange bedfellows
whizzing bullets
and hungry wolves”
.
no matter what religion or science says
you never really know
who or what is in these other bodies
each of us stardust
catapulted from the infinite womb
dark matter given form
like blue hanuman
or immortal sunlight
.
I will call out to you from the wilderness
a purple cloud in a wide room
a child with a halo
a bed of moss
or some eagle soaring above the plane
in a total act of rebellion
from his dark matter sutra
.
.
.
Adam DeFranco (c) 2016
NO PATH
‘There is No Path that Goes all the Way’
:-Han Shan
Not that it stops us looking
for the full continuation.
The one line in the poem
we can start and follow
straight to the end. The fixed belief
we can hold, facing a stranger
that saves us the trouble
of a real conversation.
But one day you are not
just imagining an empty chair
where your loved one sat.
You are not just telling a story
where the bridge is down
and there’s nowhere to cross.
You are not just trying to pray
to a God you always imagined
would keep you safe.
No, you’ve come to a place
where nothing you’ve done
will impress and nothing you
can promise will avert
the silent confrontation,
the place where
your body already seems to know
the way, having kept
to the last, its own secret
reconnaissance.
But still,
there is no path
that goes all the way,
one conversation
leads to another,
one breath to the next
until
there’s no breath at all,
just
the inevitable
final release
of the burden.
And then,
wouldn’t your life
have to start
all over again
for you to know
even a little
of who you had been?
…
Excerpt from ‘NO PATH”
From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems by David Whyte
return to your own path
love leads us ever onward
to the open skies of freedom
❤️
AL
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