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        DARKLINGS
Travelling alone into the years
Travelling alone
Together with others
Into the darkness
Of what I cannot see
Ahead of me
The inky black
Of the unknown
Transformed to beauty
By my calm
And knowing you are there
Distant

        DARK NIGHT
In this dark night,
I dreamt a dream.
And in that dream,
I saw a church,
Built with a chapel
Of the opened crocus.
And I knew it spoke of
Sexual love,
That lifted up
The river of Life
Beyond its usual borders.

Then, worshipping
There in that
Opened flower
My wondering mind asked -
When the crocus
Opens in myself,
What will I have reached to
In this life?

So, sifting the immensity
That Life holds out
To each of us,
I looked to see
If I already knew the answers,
And it seems I do.

And so I asked –
Is it God that I will find?
And my experience replied –
If you wish for a God,
Then you can create
One out of your own longing,
Your energies,
And your creativity –
And that God will be wondrous.

But when I look
To the roots of my experience,
I do not find a God.
I find the fundaments
Of my own being –
A primal awareness
That is ever with me
Though seldom dwelt in.
It is a reality not a God.
It is a foundation
In my being,
Not a being giving me foundation.

And what is there to find
Save consciousness and its reality?
It leads to no wonders –
It is a wonder.
There is no escape from self.
But there is the liberation
Of that realisation.

For I am myself
The only truth there is.
And too,
A passing shadow.

              Butterflies
I guess they are signs of change,
Those butterflies in the wind.
Who would think such fragility,
Such anxious fluttering
And felt frailty,
Can, in the season,
Fly miles in the thousands
To find their needs?
And this is the season.
The winds change.
There is warmth
Touching us.
And the butterflies
Take wing
For new homes.
So my heart takes wing too,
Anxious for their success
In the winds of fortune
And the changing seasons.
Fragile as they are,
Life in them knows
The way.

             THE PRINCESS                             Is this what it’s like to be with a princess?
To stand near to someone,
To be sometimes touched by fingertips,
To look into the shining eyes of a woman
Apparently so innocent of the world,
With so much quality,
That I experience a constant delight?

Of course I have loved before,
But with my Princess the love
Is for a beautiful person
Who can be looked at,
But not owned,
Not picked up and held.
Yet the reserve,
The slight remove,
Is part of the continuing pleasure
Of shared laughter,
Of a special wonder
In watching her move and speak.

Strange though that
Princess is an ordinary woman,
And these special feelings
Take me to a world
I have never known before.
It is a world of royalty and courtiers.
It is a place where the time
Is not crowded with duty,
And people can be together without hurry.

Though you may not guess it,
This is how I am with you,
As if in some past age in which
I am a special companion to you –
And you – well,
You are a princess I love and serve.

Strange, isn’t it,
That there are no kings and queens here?

        THE FLOWING SMILE
Who Am I?
That is the question
I am forever
In each moment.
And I am the hunted,
For they chase me
With their snares,
And surround me
With their traps.
These strange creatures
Who call themselves people
Forever try to capture me.
They strive to imprison me
With their words.
They throw them at me
Like nets,
Telling me who I am
And what I must think.
They describe me and
Surround me with meanings
Which I twist and turn within
Writhing to escape.
Injecting words like death
With fears and terrors
To entrap me.
They put before me mirrors
Full of images the people
Tell me reflect myself,
Thereby trying to hold
Fragments of my spirit
As if in magic spell.
And if one tiny part of me is
Held they dance away
Singing – Now I have you.
Now I have caught you
And you are mine
To do my will,
To seek what only I
Can give or sell to you.
For you have lost your
Soul to me.
See, here in this bottle
Is your beauty
That you so long for
And must pay me to regain.
Here is your confidence
That I captured in my
Mesh of words
That only I can give you back –
For a price.
Your love is mine,
And only with me
Can you regain it.
And here is the secret of
Your very existence
That I took from you
In the hunt.
And now here I stand
Like a holy light
That you surround
Like flies seeking
The honey of your very life.
And I, looking at the people
Singing their siren’s songs,
knowing myself beyond their traps
Undress, until, naked, I am free
Of their false images,
Their clever snare of words.
As a living flame
I burn away their trickery
That tries to make of me
A searcher of myself – a seeker
Of my own identity.
And here, formless
Beyond words and images
I exist in the
Immensity of a flowing smile.

I am a creature of darkness,
Walking the long cool night
I look in at other mens houses,
Stood well away from the light.
I see them dull from their working,
Sat in a chair half asleep,
And I'm glad I'm not them
Till it hurts me,
Glad I'm not them till I weep.

I am a creature of darkness,
Walking a rising field,
Moved by waves of feeling,
Waves to which I yield.
I'm lonely despite the shadows
Like fear that run by my side,
I'm lonely despite the darkness,
In which I am lost and can hide.

I'm lonely to share my vision
Of things I can see in the dark,
With someone who'll hear what I'm saying,
With someone who will hark
To the deep dark unuttered sayings,
The things that rise in the gut,
With a girl who's as lonely as I am
And just as much of a slut

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