Look

If you look into the eyes of the Divine

You wouldn’t see eyeballs or pupils or iris’

Just stars and space

The universe

Look closely and see

Your galaxy

Your solar system

Your world

Your country

Your city

Your street

Yourself gazing into the eyes of the Divine

 

The Divine gets wherever it wants to go

By looking itself in the eye

All it needs to do is stare and be there

In that other part of itself

The Memories Stir

Here and now the memories stir

Of childhood days free of care

If only I could revive the year

And find myself again there

 

Oh to laugh and play again

Sans the weight that rests on me

I would know joy by name

And forget my years so easily

 

Here and now the memories stir

Of first kisses and hideaways

To see as a child now and here

I would be young all my days

If I could live as a child plays

I Can Feel Your Heart Calling

Dedicated to Zasskia Van Der Merwe

 

I can feel your heart calling to my heart

As though its every beat is a ripple

Passing through the distance between us

I want to time my heart to your beat

To keep rhythm with it

I want our heats to play together

To make patterns in the ether

I want us breathe the same air

To wake up and go to sleep together

So close that our heats need not call

But simply whisper

The Invisible Painting

Come one, come all,

Come see the invisible painting

For a small fee you too can behold

The absence on the wall

It is the work of a great artist

The only one of its kind in existence

Naturally no one can touch so rare a painting

But that does not detract from its magnificence

Doubters come see for yourselves

The empty frame

Note the artist’s mastery of concealment

How all the lines and colours and shades

Combine to create perfect transparency

Become so lost in the work as to forget

That you are looking at a painting at all

Oh yes, my friends, you too can say

You have seen the invisible painting

But only for a price

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Glum

 

Smiles are prisoners in you

So many enter your eyes

So few ever see the light again

 

Surely they tire

Of staring through the bars

Knowing, as they do,

What it was like to travel

From face to face

 

Every now and then

You drop your guard

And you grant a poor soul liberty

Evening

All the stars are shooting

The sky is lines of light

Darkness is replacing

The twinkles in the night

 

The moon is oh so lonely

The stars have leap away

It will be one and only

Til the sun comes out to play

Enraptured

Enraptured in the soul of souls

Of which each of us is part

Complete in the whole of wholes

Which is one with all that art

 

Connected to the thread of light

That runs through this moral frame

That shines on both wrong and right

And values king and beggar the same

 

Profound in nature yet undefined

Still in the source of sound

It lends its shape to states of mind

Thus is nowhere yet all around

Interference

I broke those that I tried to repair

Not knowing that they were fine as they were

That it wasn’t up to me to change them

My dreams were never theirs

They had their own

The best thing I could have done

Was to let them live as they wished to

To have my say then be silent

To honor their choices

And be happy when they were