Poems of the Day: 9/22/07

Poems of the Day: 9/22/07

• “The Blind Prophet”
  
  Behind treed walls
  I sat –
  Purified by
  His presence.
  Seashells adorned His ears
  And warm,
  Fatherly neck with pride.
  His midnight skin
  Moonglowed blue shades,
  As I noticed
  His Eyes -
  They were dead –
  And when I expressed “pity”,
  He lashed out:
  “Child, spoiled
  with the physical perception;
  therefore blinded by it –
  seek no sight but that which lives in your
  Spirit,”
  He thumbed his ancient
  Staff Of No Time
  And
  Nodded –
  For me to be on my

Way
To See.

• “Juxtaposition”
  
  Come forth, thy Friend,
  And let my Sanctuaries
  Disrobe your Pride
  And Bewilder You –
  This Place –
  Here,
  Where you are now planted
  In Reality,
  Is very selective,
  So feel Gleeful
  In this Presence –
  Seat yourself
  With Me, and let Us
  Watch the
  Moon and Sun
  Take hands
  And spin around
  Our Heads in hallowed laughters –
  Let Us evaporate
  With the dewdrops,
  Slithering down Nature’s Brow
  Like little snails,
  And let Us
  Plant each-other in a
  Cedar-smelling soil,
  Next to one-another,
  And watch
  Ourselves grow and blossom
  Under the webbed
  Lattice
  Crying dewdrops
  Bellow the
  Sun and Moon,
  Taking hands
  And watching
  The little snails
  Rain down,
  Unto another’s

Brow.

• “Moonglow Mother”
  
  In chant of the crickets,
  Old Gorilla Mama
  Gently turned in her sleep,
  Under the covers of a
  Million-mile canopy -
  She wakes in the
  Indigo Night
  Of flying fires and star twinkles
  To look Noble upon her Cradle.
  Under her strong chromatic wing,
  A child makes a color
  Of its Own.
  She stroked the little crescent forehead,
  And just then,
  As the cricket’s instruments
  Gave way to the moment,
  An infant hand reached up
  And grabbed her

Finger.