The Hounds

From eastern mount to western shore,

Watch them run - the dogs of war.

Across the desert. 

Across the plain.

Driven by hunger. 

Driven by pain.

In hollow eyes their flames are lit.

Like candlelight in the darkest pit.

Feed them with flesh.

Feed them with fear.

No matter the distance, 

They always draw near.

Wail at the horror.

Howl at the moon. 

The hounds are unleashed.

Death will come soon. 

Shimmer

Why hide in the shadows?

Oh sweet son of mine.

Why bury in the dirt

That which was made to shine?

Do you not feel the tremor of my passing

As it reverberates through life ever-lasting?

Can you not glean from those glimmers of glory

That your life can shimmer like a story?

With scenes that are never just an act.

Where truth digs much deeper than fact.

Stillness

In the quiet,

Scattered thoughts will run

Everywhere...

Until the breath brings one,

To stand still

For long enough to know

It has permission

To take root; to grow...

In tilled earth rich and dark. 

The scent...

Of silent rain 

As clouds consent

To nourish the sacred seed of muse;
A gift only the obtuse refuse

To provide with presence;

An attentive light.

May eyes bear witness

To such a sight.

The Door

The mind imagines the temple.

The breath lets others know.

The hand collects the earth, 

To create above, below.

To see the ancient pattern, 

Is to participate in its flow.

When Heaven and Earth align, 

Truth will make it so.

To behold the living structure,

Is to feel the Spirit soar.

There is more to you than flesh.

Humility opens the door.

A thought

A portal through the Veil.

A branch to climb the Tree.

With courage to test the limbs,

You ascend to set us free.

Consciousness swirls below, 

Unaware of its nebulous form.

The Winking Eye beckons you further

Up and Up

Through the membranes you go...

As you separate from norms of perception, 

Your fingertips expand to feel all.

The Tree is no longer a ladder.

Understanding is a mind in free fall.

Fear is but a passing recognition

Of the pain which reminds us we're caught

In this ineffable shape of divinity

Where gratitude is more than a thought.

Time Eater

Captured by the Abyss,

Eyes cannot help but stare

In-to its infinite nothing;

Watering seeds of despair.

Veiled by moving colours,

Insidiously pulling us under.

Behind the multi-hued ripples

Time Eater feasts... 

With insatiable hunger.

Hypnosis into Psychosis.

Delicious poison

In small doses.

Swing your feet

So what are your hopes and dreams?

Those things that make you float.

What are your peeves and fears?

What really gets your goat?

When you open your morning eyes, 

And decide to swing your feet, 

Do you notice the light reach in

To pull you off your seat?

Just beyond the corner, 

You never quite seem to turn, 

Hope will spring eternal.

The star with an infinite burn.