Element: Earth

Earth

We are foundation,

Holding up the Heavens

At the same time that we support one another’s weight.

You rise over me, only to drop again,

Again and again.

We plow, nourishing the earth

With the joy of Seed.

I dig into you with urgency, a hunger

For your harvest that grows of its own accord.

We live to reap, to grow, to move snakelike in

Strong, moist soil,

Living to die and dying to live again

As we nourish.

My stalk grows in your tunnels,

Knowing your yielding loamy moisture

As you continue to climb the tree rising

From the center of me,

As my mountain thrusts into your valley,

Bringing life, giving life.

I lift you, turn you so that we give of our bounty,

Life’s mud coating our faces before

I rise again, now to the world beneath the world,

Driving my plow into the rich soil,

Loving the resistance, loving the mud,

Loving the dust, loving the dirt

As we dig deep,

Shovel throbbing, earth moving,

Quaking

And drinking deep

And shake the world

As we nourish.

Spirituality: House of Worship

"Tu as pris mon cœur, ma sœur, mon épouse, tu as pris mon cœurpar un de tes yeux, avec une chaîne de ton cou." KJV, Song of Solomon 4:9

I am Nox’s son, Father/Brother/god
That brings the revelation of flesh,
All the manna of our souls falling through the air,
All your curses moving me on,
As I pulse in the rhythm of your Angel-sweet body
Entering your temple in awe
And in ecstasy.


We are the congregation lascivious, rocking in hunger,
Writing our prayers in friction
As we speak in tongues that dance as they taste
And testify at the top of our lungs.
We bow our heads in rapture
From the give and response of
Physical hymns.


I am the cardinal in pantherskin, preacher/predator,
Sermonizing as I prey;
Every verse written in fluids primal
And quoted from the holy book of our bodies,
Anointed in our own oils,
My rod comforting you,
Your body Communion sweet.


We are the Choir of the dark, sinsinging,
Harmonizing, in the clapping of our soma,
While mouths drip the holy waters of our passion:
Sweet, musky wine and hot salty lyrics,
Psalms that bounce off the walls
As we duet the mantra of desire.
Percussion in the House of Worship.


I am the Thunder, nightskinned lightning,
Bringing the storm of ecstasy,
The rain that falls from your thighs,
My voice booms as I strike deep
And electrify the flower in your temple,
Making it bloom
Making you shout.


We are the Church of the Erotic, holy and profane,
Righteous in Our Name, sinners in our blood,
Making an offering of all our passions,
Calling God with our psyches,
Bodies pulsing with the infinite beat
Of the Heart in the heart of hearts,
Cumming soulward and seeking Heaven.


Amen.

Singularity Theory

With pen in prolific hand could I, at will

Spin worlds and brighten skies,

But mine was not the mighty Hand.

With pen in inspired hand could I, at will

Soothe souls and still tears,

But mine was not the mighty hand.

With pen in eloquent hand could I, at will

Move hearts and bend minds,

But still, mine was not the mighty hand

Nor mine will the will of God;

For it was His mighty hand that removed

Your life from mine

And His will that has

My hand, once prolific, eloquent and inspired,

Forever stilled.

Event Horizon

I watch the line of your back as you wait for me, leaning against the door,

Knowing that I watch,

Seeing the inherent grace in your every feature,

So glad to be here, with you, from now until whenever,

Knowing that I, for a time, have Majesty in my arms,

Just watching you,

The line of your back, of your thighs,

The rhythm of your walk

All calling me in a voice I must answer,

Wanting all that this view promises

And so much more.

Epitaphs of a Fallen Man

I am

The lucent shadow,

Covering nothing in my darkness,

Warming nothing with my light;

I am

The mute jongleur,

Singing my song in no voice,

Covering my ears from my own silence;

I am

The anesthetic desire,

Filling empty hearts with naught,

Emptying soulward and dying in love;

I am

The unbelieving philosopher,

Shouting from the foot of card-towers of Babel

That there is no God and He exists in all things;

I am

The esoteric parasite,

Feeding eternally of my own materiel,

Never filling a need never named;

I am

Hammurabi abased,

Alexander conquered,

The legacy of Judas

And the uncertainty of Jesus.

I am the fallen man.

And here I rot, even worms must eat.

Evolutions (1)

I met him at the place

where the lines of force converge,

he was singing psalms to the moon.

And his voice was like snowfall by starlight,

silent except in the heart

of my dreams.

“this is my song,” he said, “the song of my days

and of the spaces within and between.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“Do you know yourself?” he replied, “are

you a man standing on the path, or are

you the path, or just a blade of grass

beside the path?”.

I didn’t understand but I listened.

“If a child speaks to god who answers?

If god speaks to a child, who listens?

You have come here, following

lines of force, but do you know

who made them?”

“I am a seeker of knowledge,” I replied.

He laughed and it was the sound

of sun’s fire, “but knowledge need

not be sought, it is everywhere

do you seek also the certain night

that follows the day?

Knowledge is the shadow cast by your life

across the sphere of existence,

as certain and as sure as nightfall.”

I thought for a moment as he waited for my reply,            

“I am hungry for life,” I said “and

seek a greater understanding of truth.”

This time his smile was like sun on ice

as he sat under the ash tree beside the path,

“truth is a wave that carries throughout existence.

it is both fundamental and relative.  it is true

that we met here, but did I meet you on your path

or did you meet me on mine?

This is the beginning of understanding.”

Avatars

“There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.”

Sand and Foam

                        Kahlil Gibran

The hours, the days

When my entire universe was encompassed

By you,

Contained within the spell cast

By your eyes, by your smile;

Your field surrounding me like electricity,

Hair like silk, eyes like fire

All attracting me to your density;

This was the beginning of desire.

I was caught

Like starlight in a diamond

Under deep October skies,

Refracted and reflected

In the jewel of your soul until I was burning

With fever for you,

Your touch, even proximity, the only treatment,

Your kiss the only cure.

This Love we share,

Passing in every wind and shadow

Of a Summer’s evening,

Moving in every leaf and root

Of an Autumnal dawn,

Growing, becoming us and more than us,

Something both simple and magnificent.

The soft rains of April and the sweet snowfalls of December,

Changing us in ways we cannot see,

Remaking us in the image of our hearts.

These few, precious moments

When we touch the Infinite,

Resonating with the waves of our Love,

When all the things you are are mine,

When all I ever dreamed is realized in

The briefest glimpse of the faintest contemplation

Of the most minute reflection of your smile in a raindrop.

These silent moments,

That is when our avatars aggregate,

Making us singular, one in each other,                                                       

One with the Sea of Dreams,

One with the laws that made fire and earth.

We move differently,

We are not these people, not these realities,

Not these bodies that house the Eternal in us,

Not the anchor but the ship

And the chain; not Gravity but the worlds it moves

And the space they move through.

We move, we dance, we sing

Like so many stars,

Moving like the promised kiss of Springtime.  

We speak in angels’ glow,

Lighting suns with our expressions of affection,

Creating Life in each other,

Denying the emptiness of separation, of reality,

With every touch, with every word.

I am tangled in our scent,

Drunk from the incense in the spaces

That lie in the corners of our minds,

Filled with the smoke of us,

Blessed by the offering we send up,

In honor of ourselves,

To the Light that bound water and wind

Into the breathless kisses that we share,

Holding each other’s hearts

Under the full January moon.

  

Pharaoh

Know me,                   

I stand astride existence,

legs akimbo,

verbstick swinging to the rhythm of Life.

So fundamental,

so systematic;

as pure as the sweat running across my chest,

as pure as the desire burning in my eyes.

I am the nourisher,

bringer of the wine that God provides,

of the meat the brings the sweetness forth,

and I prepare a banquet in your honor.

Eat all that you wish.

Be eaten all that you wish.

Tasting the waters of all your days,

I reach forth my regard,

bathing in the delta of your Nile,

drinking the liquor of our sweat.

                                                                                                                       

Know me,

King I am to those deep, hidden feelings

that make your temple pulse,

the longing that throbs prayers between your thighs

as all your lips cry out Hosannahs.

I bring the heat of stars to our embrace,

every breath the word of the Gods,

tongue reaching out to you and tasting Life

as my Word reaches your center and swells.

We are the cloak of night,

we are the garment Love wears to warm itself,

welcoming each other to the kismet storm;

witnessing the birth of vision

from the eastern side of the Sun.

Know me,

I am the God between your knees

dancing in the music of moisture,

tongue-blessing your righteousness.

These are the Elysian fields, the Halls of everlasting

Where I dwell in luscious agony.

I found Eternity in you arms.

Praise me; let me bind my wisdom into your soul-

fire air water into earth to make flesh.

We bring the rain that makes the desert bloom,

waking the Prophet’s rose.

My soul soars, intoxicated by mead

made from the honey of your need,

as I take all that you offer,

give all that I am

as we are created anew in wonder and in Love,

knowing the map of Creation imprinted on our bodies.

                                                                                   

Come, follow me;

Come follow Me

and I will teach you the Art of Friction,

the power of a King’s lust

and how to dream the reality of desire and make it dance.

Know me,

I am the Architect of your heart;

Know me,

I am the dancing pulse between your legs;

I was made to Love you;

I am the Pharaoh of your desire.

The First Wave

Of what importance is it

To me whether the reality of depth

In infinite or infinitesimal,

If I am still inundated by your smile,

If I still drown in your eyes?

Love is.

I bathe hourly in your sweetness,

Dive daily into the bottomless pools of your eyes,

And am eternally transported, floating

On oceans of you.

Love is.

For this is reality

That I drink of you, float in you,

Drown in you.

This is infinity

That you flood me, lift me, inundate me,

Carry me away.

This is Love.

Love is a wave.