The Rope of The Dead

I want to follow

The rope of the dead

To its end.

I want to follow

That incomprehensible weave

Of flesh and fleshlessness,

I want to follow
Those taut, twisted fibers of fire,

Those ligatures of stars

That bind and unloose space and time

Leading to the mystery

Of spectral hands and eyes

On the other side

That hold this rope

Across the void

I want to speak out to the dead

And tell them my sorrow of living

I want to tell them that

I need to transform my life

Before the iron law of the mire,

That I want to pass on

To the other side

While still in flesh

By availing myself

To the magic touch of death

And rebirth

By drinking the rope of the dead

Someday

The Water Bearer

I had fallen

My lips were broken

From lack of the water of life

I laid on the earth, faint as a shadow

In the dessert of existence,

The will to go on evaporated

Down To the last drop

Wanting to leave

This thirst that was killing me

And I heard within my veins

The Water bearer

Singing

I am

                Not afraid

For I am

                Not confused

For I am

                Not dying

I am the Water bearer

And I am

Alive

For I am

Dauntless and sure

As the fall of water from a vase

For I am

Alive forever

For I am

The water bearer

Inside you, the porter

Carrying the water of your blood

With every step

Across the earth,

Who only  lives to pour out

All that is in my vessel

With so much water

That must be born

And given, given

I say

That only in the giving

Is anything finally understood

You must reach out and pour

And pour if you want to understand

What the water of life truly is.

I carry the secret of existence
Within your veins filled with my waters:
Have No Fear.   

Entheos!

A burst of entheos! 

A burst enthusiasmos!

Like a god that enters...

An immense surge of sunlight within

As all opposites

Become one heaven and earth

A searing ray of equilibrium

Upon which the strength of the sun balances

In a gymnastic feat of light.

Muscle-bound clouds 

Flex in the sky
As the blue expands,
Rippling with rays far into the distance

Celestial acrobatics of light!

The performance of the One Thing!

The perfect routine of the eternal

On the rings of Fire

On the trampoline of Earth

On the horse of Air

On the parallel bars of Water!

You sit in the judge's chair

And for this performance

You give the sun a gold medal,

And the world is won.