On Prayer & Poetry

ON PRAYER & POETRY

My mind

Is a maze

With no

Way out

And in this

Midnight

Only the Devil

Casts shadows.

In my wounded

Night

The sky

Begins

To burn

Until

I enter

Loving prayer

And such

A clear choice

Is so sweet

And in wisdom

I am taken back

To a time

I am

Young enough

To believe

Nothing

And as I

Listen to

My internal

Dialogue

I encounter

Obtuse hope –

A broken mosaic

And a

Geometry

Of eyes

Where

I become

Weightless

Symmetry

And taste

Colors

Like a

Stretch

Of music.

I fly

And land

On a grassy hill –

Sweet as now

Where

Past and future

Softly

Evaporate.

Walking forward

Defenses,

And then

Thoughts

Diminish

As I play

Amongst

Bees

And white clover,

Allowing thought

To practically

Stop

And in the

Peace

Of nonlanguage

I find

A forest

Of language

Beyond mind.

I become

A connected

Study

In detachment.

Opening

My rested

Eyes

I am unified

With all creation

So fortunate

That I will

Die a poet.

4/11/2016