From The Better Half

An inviation to the angels
that mingle in the sky:
Come and perch upon my shoulder
and whisper, still greater
things divine.


Raise your chin toward the sunlight;
leave no way for darkness on your forehead.
Raise your chin with the divinity that calls from you.

Dip from the cup, overfilled - with empathy, with love.
Know that your communication with - Him - will ease the pain.
All the while you cannot architect the free will - of others...
All the while you cannot discard your flesh - prematurely...

Raise your chin toward the sunlight;
leave no way for darkness on your forehead.
A child, simply ignorant to the glory of all things -
still, you are, to be greater.
All the while believe this.

As we bow - let our darkness leave us;
by our simple, unassuming, humble hearts we are guided
to One to carry our burdens;
the nature of mercy.
The exemplar: Perfect enough to guide the fleet
of the world, yet still, to know all uniquely.
One to press down the raging seas
to be satin, silk, glass.

Raise your chin to a hymn
whispered by the voices of those angels
coming from your own front door;
just over your shoulder.
Carried - purposefully - to you
from another dimension, from the better half.

To Dina

Jesus, Buddha and Bill Wilson

Deliberate contributors.

Actors
of both love and self-preservation.

Architects of the divine;
connecting moments from then to the now.
Ones to move along,
infusing
each generation behind the previous one
with great hope.

Prophets.
Anticipating the time when the world would wake;
heed their call
one by one.

Transparent servants,
laboring in a myriad of paradox.

Philosophers of The Original Thought;
ones to press forward
the ripples of perpetual Stillness.

Professors of the One Truth;
offering, through the madness
a message of joy,
of fulfillment.

Crowned princes of wholeness;
being the ties that bind
or the binds that free.

Wizards,
ones to light the torch of man.

Masters
of their still, divided cause.

February 2006

Clatter

My lesser self comes
with a clatter;
heavy steps purposely -
aimed to shake the attention
of the rest of me.
Like a state of drunkenness -
sleep walking, blindfolded,
cursing under it's foul breath.

How it loves to throw its weight around;
looking to take command
of the day.
How hasty it causes my senses to react;
allied with impatience and selfishness.

"Mine - mine - mine,"
my lesser self comes.