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.

Several

Several of these ways in

Which we left ourselves

Open to longing could have

Been clipped if we

Listened to others, could have

Been turned to ridicule and dust.

Never tends to evermore

Frequently skipping across the

Flagrant gestures and spirits of

Sanity running out seen

Through the window of a car

In glimpse of recognition formed

In complete faith and opportunity

Of sleep and all its stretching overflowing

Longing; listen to the heart of hearts

Laden with reverence of proud and

Ceaseless dominion; she couldn’t

Bear to fade and falter, handing off

Another loss to him handing him

Over to slaughter.

These are things that have

Been and are, these are things

That will be and are now, for I

Am with you for ever.

And the things that are can

Never be altered; only phased and

Passed through in slower or faster

Or different and various piecemeal ways; only

Run through wakeful or imprisoned

By doubt or completely unaware; nevertheless

They are unaltered, what is now was

And always will be several ways

Of knowing what is in your heart of

Hearts, what was in your dreams,

What is and was and always

Will be.

Water

Water welds the blackened heart

Under the words in which the concentrated

Weaver lies, flows about the berries

And the distal clouds continued round

The swiftly sailing songs about the

Wheat field ceased among the

Fragrant false and fettered seeking

Always the lowest ground; drifts

And dallies bitter cross the rocks and stones

To bear the dross away, water sifts the

Fetching thoughts anointed or ofttimes

Disappointed weeps leaking from the

Corner of an eye disjointed seeks

The deepest chasms of a frown;

Down it goes, all ways down and yet

It ferries all the life we lived beneath

Contented mudded dispatched whorls of

Sound; forging steady unrelented

Progress foregoing proximal obstacles away

Across around, always onward ahead and

Foreward, always towards the deepest oceans

Salted depths receiving always

Down.