Superabundance
May it shower
down
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 grass.
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.
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.
*
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.
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)
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.
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