Crushed Petals (A poem)

1.

You read to me from the Upanishads

Where lions come to drink

Beneath the bridge

At the kosmic brink.

From the white peacock flows

The milk that always expands

A million eyes shine all around:

Serendipity understands.

You keep me between your hands

And I pray with song

With winged heart;

A rainbow where my colors belong

And cannot be taken apart.

I give you my geometry

And letters from A to Z!

2.

Invisible eyes

And jaguar skin

Where you can see within

To my skeleton.

I dance like a starship

Shudder at the shore—

Changes howl and grip

Beneath Heaven’s floor.

The radiant skull

That feeds your hole

Is not emptiness to me

Nor is it full.

I am the hummingbird

Frozen in your hands.

3.

The gentle sound of water

Growls like weakness in my knees.

You are the foxy daughter

Of miraculous symphonies.

Walk on fire,

Stroll the sea,

Seemingly unaware

Of oxidation and gravity.

I know your eyes are blue fishes;

In Atlantis I’m the centaur

Then the mounted bowman of Aryans;

Now the arrow returning to Source.

I am the shaft of Light to the Sun,

In the Garden of Earthly Delights.

The voice of the turtle

Scatters seeds in the endless night.

4.

Know me by my bones…

For the flowers are magnetic centers

Pollen spins in LOADING ZONES

Where the Grand Insect enters!

And all in Hyacinth do you come

Here to the House of the Sun!

Chitter and gossip of bats

Beginning to rouse/

I add myself to the Magick Circle of Elk.

Daylight dips into the sweet rose

Her bower of flowers chastely.

Luminous colors of the Garden breathe deep.

Scarlet and feathers become her in sleep.

5.

I am the can-opener

Of your canned heat.

My flame between your hands.

You lived like a poisonous frog

All over South America.

Meditation rustles its feathers

As the unseen becomes visible…

O Volleyball

And your tanned legs

Leap to spike the ball

Over the net

                                              Into my dream.