Full Moon (A poem)

It’s a fine madness…

That scribbles the scriptures of ibis-headed Tehuti

Here in this small book

Whilst leopard frogs croon and mate

By the little waterfall’s address

And a single cricket creaks;

That perfect white disk

Itself takes

A look

Over my angelic shoulder —

There’s that other, whose Secret Name

You don’t even want to know

For as seeking separates you from what you seek

All resistance: your house of cards collapses

As other crickets answer

From where…

Else?

This moonlit garden is merely changing Paradise

As the Moon itself changes,

Only it never dies

For the Garden of Life,

This eternal treasure of Prester John

Never thinks twice

Only continues to breathe…

You are the wise totality of animal lust

And we foolish humans must

Be forgiven

For our failure to remember

We ARE stardust!