Love approaches
Delicate fragrance on a soft breeze,
The loved one approaches.
Sweet desire, night meets day,
mountains meet the sea,
The loved one comes.
Gentle rain, caressing warmth of early morning sun,
Tender green of springtime hills,
The melody of lovers reaches out.
Slender fingers explore newness
as shadow dissolves
In penetrating light,
The lovers meet.
Smiles win over world weary ways,
The passionate embrace.
The world is created,
Love is.
Approach my love, I wait,
Night has passed,
I come to meet you at dayspring,
Love awaits.
Many eyed insect world view
So many tunnel vision eyes create a spherical mosaic world image from so many slightly different viewpoints.
Spherical eyes, world eyes, insect metaphor for global unity.
Mandibular, spirituo-sexual incorporation of the one world, taken in as food, digested, transformed… expression of the most basic élan toward oneness.
Group minded, pre-conscious existence, raw nervous world connection. A thousand seeing eyes. Unity in multiplicity.
A demure, sensually moving woman saunters to the front of the room and whispers into the excited ear of a gentleman, perched on his designated pedestal. Perched as a large bird perches, cocking his head from side to side as if to better read the room, to better understand the situation through constantly changing perspectives… as a dog, also, cocks his head in questioning wonder before the unusualness of the situation.
I cock my head, balanced on the end of my spine… first to one side and then, through the slow arc of deliberation, to the other side. And it does help me to understand.
The world through many prismed insect eyes, as a crowd sees the show through a thousand independent lenses connected to half as many apparently independent minds.
Dog mountain
A gaping maw rises unexpected from a misty underworld… enter into the maw of the dog beast, the mountainʹs inner chamber, the secret lair and place of the precious thing...
The sleeping dog breathes with the slow lunar rhythm of earth’s tides… belly rising and falling… paws running great nocturnal distances in deep sleep as flaring nostrils read the ever renewed world of scent… The dream world of dream scents calls out to animal instinct… strong, untiring, faithful, feisty…
Mountain dog… devouring bitch dog… protector predator gravid dog… growling, goes into the secret inner mountain chamber… hidden mythic landscape, den of the guardian dog…
A man wanders in the thin, persistent fog… the day remains humid, surfaces damp, clammy… Hair on end… erect with anticipation… Guttural cries, howling, whistling people the gray… The forest creatures crouched and cowering, flitting and flirting about odd lights… One man alone there to hear, to see…
One consciousness in a diffuse fog… alive with tension and sensation, alert with anticipation for what is beyond hearing… thinking in words and images of worlds … the amazing expectant dog man…
Anima muzzled
Her hard wide eyes glare out on an unhearing masculine world…
The maternal earth mother, the nourishing female matrix, the inner mistress, the inner companion, woman to the man, connection to all things through the womb and through the coursing blood…
Multi‐laminate hard leather muzzle covers nose, nostrils, mouth and chin… the jaw is immobilized… no speech is possible… words are not… communication is not…
Love and affection have lost their moisture… the land suffers drought… fluids do not flow… bitter flakes of powdered flesh are sloughed off, retire…
Noble, proud and gifted… knowing without pride in knowing… giving without measure and without expectation of return…
Selfless self… mother of the world of relation… Hard yet soft incisive eyes… clear, reflective, big and focused eyes… cat woman… porcelain doll… flesh born fury… feminine fury… ever alive… muzzled and alive…
The cutting edge
Blades and eyes and orbs and unfolding rolls of cosmic fabric…
Freeform, free floating, anthropomorphic entities coming together for the space of a moment… to continue, each her journey, as the moment passes. Curvilinear human symmetry on spatially liberated forms…
Did anyone see the slight elder lady who came this way only yesterday? She knows a way.She has a gift with numbers… she reads your destiny in tea leaves, in coffee grounds, in the linesof the hand… she reads the unseen world of self asif it were fully manifest…
The cutting edge of reason… The edgy cut of suit fabric… The fabricated well suited reasonable form of cutting edge advancement…
Where, exactly, were we going? Excuse me, please. I just forgot!My mind was elsewhere. My elsewhere mind was otherwise occupied. Please cut elsewhere but my mind. My mind is mine and wholly suited to myself, my selfish, my selfless and my higher and lesser selves. Excuse me, please! We’re living on the edge. Place a wedge. Dredge the lake. Fake awake. Praise the dying. Stop lying. Stop crying. Stay the way. Life’s strife is. Forever give! Love is!
