At the Sun’s Zenith

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Elemental Immersion

the earth of my body
at rest upon the Earth
the fire of the Sun
alights upon me
radiant flesh
pulsating star-stuff
basking in the radiance
of a younger star
breath of the forest
cool breeze wafting
from the shade
of sheltering leaves
laden with mist
and the soft kisses
of dew drops

awash
in the unrelenting percussion
of plunging waters
cascades through being
purging anything
that resists
and all that remains
is the pristine void
dwelling within the tender shell
of glistening skin

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A Taoist story tells of an old sage who accidentally fell into the river rapids leading to a high and dangerous waterfall. Onlookers feared for his life. Miraculously, he came out alive and unharmed downstream at the bottom of the falls. People asked him how he managed to survive. “I accommodated myself to the water, not the water to me. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be shaped by it. Plunging into the swirl, I came out with the swirl. This is how I survived.”

parable

Accommodating myself to the Sun…

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Equinox Ritual

drummers, all in a circle
each one equidistant
upon this equinox
from the sacred center
each beating to the march
of their inner drum
a communion of resonance
percussion penetrating
all fibers of being

drumming to release
the constricting grip winter
drumming to invoke
the resurgent flow of spring
drumming to awaken
our indigenous souls

under a night sky
of wafer-thin clouds
backlit by a waxing moon
the humble shaman
washes us in the smoke
of sacred herbs
that rises to kiss the heavens
where snow white wings
appear upon white clouds
tundra swans
in delta formation
the structure of change
we are awash in the ecstasy
of their musical call

honking to release
the constricting grip winter
honking to invoke
the resurgent flow of spring
honking to awaken
our indigenous souls

snow melts
as we pass through the veil
to place our yearning prayers
secure within that unfathomable well
that is far beyond wishing
and tulips blossom
in the palms of our hands

 

 

footnotes:

The Delta Symbol: The upper-case letter Δ can be used to represent:
*The Change in any changeable quantity, in mathematics and science.
*Delta is the initial letter of the Greek word διαφορά diaphorá, “difference”.

The Circle:
*A round plane figure whose boundary consists of points equidistant from a fixed point (the center).

Sunrise at 15 Degrees Below Zero

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The heart of the Sun beats as ardently as ever
though the Earth plays the coy coquette
averting her face from the intensity
of his smoldering gaze
lingering for months in a sidelong glance
as she slowly turns in her measured pace
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and we
perched upon her cold shoulder
of 45 degrees north
a halfway house of latitude
midway between equator and northern pole
the temperate zone, presumably
despite our intemperate extremes
alternating torrid and frigid
the tropics and the arctic
visit us in their seasons
but never, it seems, together
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the arctic now pays its respects
cold rushes in from northern reaches
storied land of the midnight sun
now the land of the midday stars
what a sequenced spectacle
to watch the stars wheel
endlessly across the velvet sky
hour after hour
night after unending night
as the earth pirouettes
beneath one’s feet
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor
chase each other’s tails
around and around the star of the north
polar bears, indeed
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but here
the wind rises with the Sun
and whale sounds erupt
from beneath the frozen lake
as the waters beat against the ice
breath condenses upon eyelashes
ice crystals dangle before ones eyes
illuminated by the sun in perfect orbs
like Christmas ornaments not yet put away
a sprig of Arbor Vitae lies upon the path
tree of life, messenger of life ever green

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This calls to mind one of my favorite things to say, but it’s so quaint I can only say it once a year, so here goes:
Glove-a-lees are lovely
but I’m smitten by mittens

Never Have I Held Her

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Never have I held her
never have I felt
the electricity
between our bodies excite
as auras encounter
then meld together
nor the press
of soft flesh
upon hard muscle
Never have I felt her
heartbeat drumming
upon the hollow
of my chest
and yet
the pulse of her heart
as a rhythm carried
in the ocean’s waves
reverberates
within me

My Upanishad

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Who will meet me here
in undimensioned space
where I am and am Not
where self divests itself
of itself
and identity has no meaning

here
there is neither love
nor desire
but only being
remains

though I may have held you close
intoxicated
by the fragrance
of the blossoms of your heart
the embrace releases
the one being we were
surrenders
melds
into the larger Self

this path
is not a path
of the heart
nor the body
but of pure consciousness

walk with me here
and we may once again
walk the path
of the heart
or the body

who is it
that can walk the many paths
of being
in a single journey
Rumi’s expansive field
is too small