God the Vintner

Wild grape blossoms disperse upon a midnight breeze...
I see through this procession of vines
That the parade of all these vessels
Is empty, completely consumed
By a celebration of gusts
Trickling inside the belly of the wind,
Scattering confetti upon the wedding feast of
Time and Space

Yes, the air is thoroughly intoxicated again
The galaxies gather 'round to sing
Drinking songs
The sky above is an endless revel
And the stars fill his Lord's drinking bowl,
Pouring out their essence
Proffering this wine to any soul
Who might keep up
Because this drunken universe knows
But an insatiable thirst
And it swiftly empties that bowl
And fills it again

Drinking of Its Self
To the bottom of all phenomena,
Drinking of Its Self
To the bottom of
Thought and substance,
Drinking of Its Self
Into oblivion,
A riot of fruit
Amidst fields forgotten
But ever bearing.

This universe
Rolls beneath the tables of infinity
The cloth of All dragged down
To cover Its nakedness,
Wandering through the orchards
Of spacious eternity,
Reeling in the clay
Atop beds of minute grape blossoms

Stars and galaxies
A mist of white inside a dream...


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