Becalmed

Into vacuity pours every salivating nihilist
To vault bridges and dance the day invisible.

The disarmed pray
As hedonists look away
And the powerful wring their hands.

All prey, standing side-on;
Humanity, becalmed and haunted, waits
For spark and wind to wake the auditors.

First Light

Each human incarnation sees
The evolution of the Soul,
Whose manifestations are,
In and of each Self,
A form absorbing
All that has been and all that is
And a force propelling
That which is to be,
In constant elevation of the Cosmos
And unto Eternity;
Each Soul, the Chariot of God.

 
Bright hope of Imbolc be with you 🕯 xXx

flows from

History is a mirror where streams of consciousness converge and recycled feeling swells; shake loose the ghostly sediments to mete their rhymes. History is a river. At the banks, with pipe and drum, the enemy within keeps time with scry and knell. History is a wishing well.

New Year Returns

So we clock the next Gregorian notch
And reset our lot to resolutely futile promises,
Albeit just as well-intended
As last year’s sentimental whimsy –
As if resolve appears with perfect purchase
Only on the calculated year’s last day;
As though all others be ill-suited
To self-betterment or harm’s arrest

Because no other day is good for
Stopping smoking, drinking,
Eating less and exercising more.
And no one’s ever bored
By all the empty, drunken declarations
Or the stone cold sober tokens,
Are they?

Why gesture yearly,
Merely for tradition’s pressure
Just to fall in measure to a herded fashion?
All that well-meant passion, fleeting;
All that cheated rationale…

Well, bugger that!

But for the want of a perilous crutch,
To your own drum be tuned –
There are much better waves to catch.

~

If wishes were dishes
The breadth of the feast
Would encompass enough
For the whole world to eat.

What a banquet we’d have!
What a smörgås of food,
Quenching palates a-plenty –
Chacun à son goût!

~

Happy New Year!? And take heart: 2017 might well be spectacularly shitty but it’s not a leap year and needs no leap second, so, at least it will be shorter. 😉 Wishing you silver linings and pockets of Light xXx