Misericordia

Scepters of teasel sail the sunset

Processioning , nose to tail

dark, sharp silhouettes,

Imposing their form, darkening the sky.

A Watercolour palate,

Beset upon by pungent medicines

Guised as objects of war.

Is it more bitter than sweet?

This relational bond,

Reduced to polarities.

soma,  embodiment of the infinite,

Is it not the purified essence of feeling & sensitivity?

Objectiveless sight.

All substances transmuted &  in all forms,

There is no thing that may be excluded

So, that which repulses us is evermoreso what we are.

Fallow fields offer dust and weeds

From which our bodies are woven

In acting at the expense of perceiving we become

Numb to the omnipresent life-giving nature

of being.

We’ve lost sense in this living thicket , yes

& we’ve  forgotten the first song.

Our ears now ‘evolved’ to silence

the birth cries of the universe;

And  we no longer believe

In the non human.

so no medicine can save us,

& meaning escapes us,

Fish searching for the water in which they swim.

Forests from trees.

Mindblind, you and me

FATA MORGANA

/mystification of facile conjuring

The alphabet is but a list of ingredients

In the recipied manipulation of realities

At times cynicism seems a path to liberation

Can critical consciousness

Lead us back to mother?

Will it unbirth these fetters?

I am not alone,

am I

I can not be

Where we find our brethren

Where we find our peace

Through illusions and matrices…

Why choose the hard route

Why choose suffering

Is the only way out, through?

Only is a lie

But weather patterns circle.

Breath is hard to calm, when

running from our nature

Replication, as the ultimate creative act

The perceptions we believe we are expanding

Fall discursive to what end.

Insular cushions,

what we instictively move toward

Bring us everlasting death in everlasting life

A descending vortex of obsession

our fortresses of lexicon

Structure thought and genesis