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Yabyum

                                                                    A superabundance
                                                                                     
                                                                                  May it shower down
                                                                                                      
                                                                                                     upon us
                                                                    like
                                                                           baby
                                                                                  peony
                                                                                           petals.

I am brave
I tell him the truth. 
I need:

Replacement Buddhas...
The secret of the spoon...

which although they do not exist in reality
seem to do so.

                            --I thought I could be his nurse
                              & heart & soul
                              and I see he is the leader
                              I look at him emotionally
                              sexually...

                             Deer Lady
       is dressed in human clothes
Someone wants to make love to her.
She kisses him
                                   In the dark
the spotlight shows the passionate couple
in a yabyum embrace.  She is the rustle of
the top most branches and the sigh of
new green grasses.
                     His eyes they are the same
he has been here for three
thousand years.

                     "I see the unicorn before me"     
                      thinks she

an excitement
from the position of his body

he is poised as if to make
          balance
in          the       universe.

       
       
           For how long we sit
                                      in quiet
                                               no speech
                                    creates a
                                                tie
                                 between us
                                                for I am young & yet
                I know what I am doing.

(His            world          is slippery to hold on to)

Heaven
explodes the walls
against the pattern of fleur-de
-lis and marigolds

And seasons spring
and fall.

                               Soft as
           a throw of silk
           she said, perhaps
           I dreamed it all.

           the length & breadth
           of all that chasing
                     &
           how Homer dislikes Paris
           sneaking through his home
           He has              little rival
           and lets no one know.

                                              
The real earth
                    moves and falls away into pieces
                                                                   in the north.

            I am mortal.

                                                      You dream of me
               
                  a deeper forest I came from         

running for
               
                      the center where           you look too.
                                                                        

                      A jeweled tree       poet's tree

I look around at the                                         shimmering
                                      energy
         
                                                  from things that seem as symbols.
I am curious
                
                      for what you can bring
                                                          from the tree.

You called to the words
and the waters went up in mist
then the soft earth came to sight.
We shall circle here
singing for the evening star.

*

"O what can a poor boy do"

BE AS FIRM AND RESOLUTE
IN ACTION AS ABLE.

The action by which s/he sustains creation
is the same as that by which s/he originally created.

Tho
one cannot so well learn a thing
when it has been learned from others
as when one has discovered it himself.

*

                Time is moving out from under us

                          Who are we
                          Who are we
                
                 violet of memory's flat plain

                           we embrace, swallow the sea

                 walk, past centuries into poetry

                            form pleasant contemplation of innocence

                 in lucid suspension sing.

*

Monkey man is leading me by the hand
             past lovers so entwined
I levitated
in the most elevated
                                 State of the  Union.

And back to the body
where I was born:

                        pink tips that are fingers
                        eyes sparkling
                        heart-shaped bottom...

            I love her
            and him.
                         I invoke the moon;
                         it's the best I can find.

              Can you see you're it
                      Oh Moon

              he makes love to you
              a life time.              Plays
              to as many people as he can...

*

              Who am, was, I?
              All of it, all of it.

              I am here at 3
              now it seems I lead.

              A lady in white
              bathed by my own silver light.

*

              FATHER TIME
              & MOTHER EARTH

thought about all of you last night
and a great blue heron came up
and the other animals came close
all gods in the human breast.

               O don't let me swoon

You intercepted my vibes.
that's fine.
Now you have a sweet tone.
tree holes.
boobies.
smooth countenance mind transmission.

*

                  I am a writer.
                  I will not dwell
                  on the question
                  of why.

                                                  
Psyche is not a personal
                  but a world experience.

                  I am in a bed in a hotel
                  having a talk with consciousness.
                  OK, I am actually in bed with _____.

                  I exist outside time &
                  this world I called my own
                  opens out.

Sometimes I lay in the bathtub chanting OM

                    I know I don't suffer more than anyone

I read Cixous, Jung

                    The feminine spirit infuses these words.

*

I sing:
          You showed me the meadow
          and milkwood and silkwood
          and you would if I would
          because threads that are golden
          don't break easily.

Joanne sings:
                      Me is memory
                                          take me out
                     
                      May your flowery face
                                                      bow
                     
                      In the teeny
                                       trembling world.

*

I am that which god wants
brilliant quince in bloom
we meet once again, friend.

*

                    
                     Electric enlightenment
                                 is in
                     your   sexy   heaven

                     which I am inventing

                     O My Big One

                     (we make it up as we go along)

(& aren't you glad I don't write Cock Poems?
as suggested
by Robert Duncan)

                         Come back!

           Your presence is an aphrodisiac.

*

I know this is a detective story
of passions, blood stuff
around which our lives crank
in a friendly sinuous manner
sultry as a New York poetry trip
where we danced all night under
electric candlelight.  Worthy
to uncover the hidden home
of the Dakini, wash, bathe, lay
papers with meaning aside.
Not yet tho.  The
rare jewel, the rare jewel
caught in the net invisible.
I must be transplanting thoughtforms,
like transplanting poppies,
I am noting your strong ripply
vibration aura
and making you a new flower
from my inner  world.

--Ann Arbor to Pennsylvania
May 11, 2008