spiritual language poetry & writings

notes toward a cosmic folklore-III



…No, you don’t want to know what it’s like? Yes, well, what a

witness saw should give pause (And a good reason to worry…).

But now you can’t get enough until the thrill is gone, you can’t

wait for more of these spice red orgasm beams, you can’t wait

to wade in toward a deep plunge into unimaginable loss to

look darkness in the eye where the thrill of the search for

beauty, for riches, for a rare view of heaven (a thrill for

everyone?) turns monsterish, and where the forest weeps,

evoking times past when we would speak through the long

night until the fires dimmed in the glow of dawn before

pulling back—now vividly watching how a wet angry

season of struggle leaves a legacy of joy.