THE SLANDERED WAVES
O frenzied fingers
Grappling to hook the earth's heart
Be still.
O white hills and still starlight
Do I grieve alone?
Am I cactus abandoned on the reptile tongue?
No songs I sing can halt these gobbling jaws.
Only stillness can be sung.
Who can dare to stand alone
In this ever moving downward falling
Doom we chose?
O what have we done?
Who can listen amidst the clatter
To the stillness of the Heart
And not run? Knowing
All seeking is decay.
Who can stand still
In this crater of the ripped throat
And not accuse?
Yes, I stand in awe
In this paradise of the open Heart
And see that every answer
Is a grave.
What is this scarecrow
Who points the way?
With arms outstretched he pirouettes.
A whirling cross.
O listen. Love is stillness
An endless forgiveness. Do not run
From those collapsing signs
Into the freezing dazed desert
Of your metallic voice.
Feel!
Feel the precious oasis of stillness.
The morning throbs in every flower
Before it's slain
Upon the altar of the brain. O Father! Shadows
Dried up your soul with words.
But I also fed the moon.
That moon which masks the mamba snake.
O parallel invisible Will
Give me the strength of your still light
To look into her sacred Heart
As she spits poison from her mind.
At last I see
Even these waves I feared
Are love
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