Zen of the Deep
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Covenant for Love
in our rags
in our riches
could have been first sight
could have been long sharing
so certain now
so uncertain about far tomorrow
but today our eyes mirror
with surety
“I do.”
Spirit Visitation: Past with Present
our temple
now with gray hair
but still a berth of reverence
her world
even grayer
a cloak of more formal attire
but for hand-me-downs
in yens for power and blood
will another millennium
amend this bearing
or this conversation stay?
until then…
Speaks The Tree
once again
my thoughts traipse through my 6B quill
about time
about life
about the door exiting the future
about anything
then my eyes
feel the sleeping timber
imagine the hues captur’d in the grey
until I contrive purpose
and now hearing the silvery migration
I am gratify’d
AI Vanity
speculum
to Me
speaks:
“I
… Am”
A Word from Mother
some nights
I speak in the tongues
of thunder
of lightning
of boiling rock
and lash fear
into the beholders
but in th’ end
the rest
who live upon Me
Me—their hallow’d Earth
will be overjoy’d
for I am still
Alive
Cairn (from the Time Capsule)
heap of asteroids
sign for galactic hikers
on versant orbit
Dreamcatcher
Fishgathering
inside Cauldron
of Reverie
Visions
some replay’d
in exact morsel
but briefly
at times
‘twixt months
e’en years
blown There
all Dreamers’ senses
in black and white
sometimes color
into feeling…
… Really There
till Sleep
thy breath
be lost
(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)
loujen haxm'Yor 