Complex Knowing - Number 7

It’s fairly simple
When you take a step
Back from haste everything
You stockpile will
One day drift away
Be careful what they ask you
To do
One day they will
Call upon you to sacrifice
Your soul;
Intense young people
Accumulating gadgets
Numbers and words
They all must be shed
One way or another
Layers of dust on
A crystal gem
Fairly aware that I
Come and go at will
From the other side this life
Is but a clinical ecstasy of an
Ocean rippling free and more
Distant than a howling call
Homeless spirit rattling coins
In a coffee cup wisdom
More than knowledge spent
Lying beside you was more
Difficult than
Any other I shed
Bodies in a manner
Such as a snake
Sheds its skin.

All

All that he has known
Of sorrow
Came wrapped in that
Rain and shadow sky
Everything he bought or
Borrowed flew down
Across the wood alone
With faithful leaves that
Fell only yesterday
Or earlier today;
If only he had known
The cost of keeping
Up appearances
He wouldn’t bother
Sending distances away
He wouldn’t
Calculate the interest on
A debt he couldn’t pay
For in his dreaming heart
He understands the
Only truth a mind can
Never know;
His everlasting
Expanding self is so
Much more than
A piece of cloth
A clod of earth
And together with it
All the same
His necessary
Inmost self is beyond
These dim impersonations
Of his only watching eye,
And even though he finds that
All is lost
In his dreaming heart
He knows that he is one
With every fallen leaf and
Every dark wet night
For he is one with all in all.

Extravagance

Breath of spirit in every thing

Burn through the imponderable less likely than lavish

Extravagance flowing flush through the branches brimming

And ever lasting fleeing and flowering out past the shores of unlikely
Hair and eyes and arms and face, brush and brim and bramble on spontaneous

Flies and flailing followed chances, run through and on past loud last waking tides of

Heather met romances wished for suffering human abrupt away expression

Some are meant to sing their way through life and some are meant to

Give to every man according to his ways the breath of spirit

Flowing flush until and through the stalks and maiden

Fleeing fair enhances summer spring

Romances, at every moment inspiration fills the common scuttling

Honey bees with jets of works that vanish by the next, delighted

To be on to something otherwise decreed and promise

Waiting to transpire; honor it is and pressed magnificence how

Full of force and wilderness the animals and tables and stone-built

Dwellings all the same are flush and full with spirit filling them up blowing

In amongst and through them lifting them out of the ideal realm of

Kingdom come and into the beaten pounded pummeled world of

Black skylight empty and tangible hard-won working

Things all hammered about poured forth risen and ascended.

Dome of the Sky

Dome of the sky particular wide as the

Blank and everlasting beam across

Her frozen still inviolate face nevertheless invincible

The broad expanse of hastening breathing ceased;

Gong the bells their marvelous presence song

Arrhythmic out of shoulder unsure out of

Sync, long they sound their rankling low and

Long ungarden song ascending now expansive

Gonging luminous dread-bearing farewell

Undertaking song

Lifting up

Their song, two tones, is lifting her up and

Spreading her dissolving strange essential self

Eternal unto the dome of the sky and contained

For a flickering moment while the prester’s calming

Considered chanting oppression stream of words,

Doubled up with the call of the chanter responsive

Halts and halfway spills the now and forever

Over her lying down boxed and residual

Presence-felt cold colder unto the ages of

Ages

Dome of the sky lift up and spread her essential

Self dissolving out and on to other broad eternal

Bells arrhythmic gonging out of sync dissolve

And lift up her brothers and sisters and their sorrows

Spilled about the earth beneath your arching carved

Extension screen across the milky plaster of

Paris sky; call her forth now and forever summon

Her up and away from nameless fear decision

Unto the ages of ages away from this particular

Moment from the essential towards the

Everlasting cleansed the deaf hear the dead are

Raised from the soil of their symptomatic

Tangle of dreadful bells and voices raised she is unto

The ages of ages.