Winter Honeysuckle (A Poem)

Winter Honeysuckle

(A Poem)

by

Bruce P. Grether

“Did you see the Winter Honeysuckle?”

“No. Oh. Wow! Beautiful . . . is it?

Plus, it smells so. Amazing.”

Speaks to me like an unexpected chuckle,

Like the fact I’m actually a Wizard;

One of those 2 blue ones lost in the East.

“And that’s the finest finest thing

In all 3 worlds, to be:

Have you heard?”

“The least of these will be . . .

. . . the greatest of the East.”

“Ah. It’s all about this World Axis

That connects things below and above

With that single greatest thing

This gift . . . this beating heart

. . . in every breast.

This living light from every green leaf

At the heart of everything . . .

. . . that we call Love.”

“Like the Sun itself, it has

This inestimable power . . .

. . . . opening from & to Source.

Where abide, beyond Time

Beyond Space itself . . .

. . . Singularity’s flower.

The # 9 unfurls from your brow

To spread its protective hood

Like unfolding petals

Broadcasting fragrance of Now –

Where, indeed, it’s all good

From Noble Gases to Heavy Metals.

Beyond judgment

Of all things seen & unseen

Winds of Change that you can SEE:

Creating, maintaining, transforming

Fluttering pages of this scientific magazine

Revealing this authentic me . . .

. . . the Naked Singularity.

Back into embodiment from

Those churning spiral galaxies

To the garden deck where flowers sing

+ the planetary heartbeat drums . . .

. . . there lives

The shy brown cotton rat

+ the mockingbid shuffles

The Major Arcana of his wings.”

Back to where you’re asking me,

“Have you seen the Winter Honeysuckle?

So . . . remind me! What are the names

Of those 2 Blue Wizzes? Are we them?

Him and me?

Or does it really matter . . . ?”

Alatar & Pallando:

the Blue Wizards went East with Saruman,

who then was not bad at all, & those Blue Wizards

Never returned,

Though Saruman most definitely did,

Or did they

All 3???

Do I pause often enough

To suck into my aroused nostrils

Fragrance of galactic clusters stardust

Of this Winter Honeysuckle!

Blooming even more of a spectacle

With this Full Moon, last night;

Plus, if I’m not mistaken . . . the Sun

In Aquarius, thus these blossoms

Pour forth fragrant starlight –

The luminous fluid dreams of galactic beings!”

“HUSH! Listen closely. Your own heart . . .

IS One with inaudible

Whirring of quarks

The Center of Silence.”

Breathe IN the stillness . . .

That stops Time & opens Space

Around all that could disturb

Your deep peace.

Release. Thus evolve.

Hummingbirds & bees

Feasting upon

Divine nectar of this Carolina jasmine,

Supposedly so toxic

As the vine contains strychnine,

Yet like all else that abides

Within Creation’s lambent glow

This poisonous beauty must have its place

Within adamantine brilliance

Cupped between loving hands

Ferocious brilliance

This Point-Zero.

2.11.09